Poems with rhymes of hues

With unique grain and hues
Rejected almost every time
As much too good to use.

To sooth our cares, and thro' the cloud diffuse,
Their tempered sun-shine, and celestial hues?

Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.

And how magnetic belts with dazzling hues
Shall draw unwilling arms around the waist;
How damsels to enhance their lips shall use

The enamoured rustic worships its fair hues,
Nor knows he makes the shadow, he pursues !

Summer is gone, and autumn's soberer hues
Tint the ripe fruits, and gild the waving corn;
The huntsman swift the flying game pursues,

For weight of diamonds that hung like dews;
And everywhere the radiance of carved gold,
And pearls' soft shimmer, and quick various hues

She clapped her hands, flushed joyous hues;
'O yes - I'll up and ride
If I am to wear my satin shoes

Nor, Sara! thou these early flowers refuse----
Ne'er lurked the snake beneath their simple hues,

Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues
That live among the clouds, and flush the air,
Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews.

There, parted into rainbow hues,
In sweet harmonious strife
We see celestial love diffuse

Through whose illumined spray and sprinkling dews,
Shine to the adverse sun the broken rainbow hues.

His bosom glowing from majestic views,
The gorgeous dome, or the proud landscape's hues,

Ah! earth and sky have loveliest hues—
_But none to match that dearest red,
Born of the heart, which still renews

with vibrant colors and hues
some dreams die too young
to savor the morning dews

And all our heaven was red with the day's hues,
And glad birds chaunted from the trees above.
So was it with my heart that might not choose

With its own sap that with thought's mystic hues
Bourgeons in every waking hour, and e'en
When sleep does all the inner life transfuse

A nasty compound of all hues,
For here she spits, and here she spews.

For who would be ungracious to refuse,
Or not to use, this sadness without pain,
Whether it flows upon us from the hues

All brightened by the rich transparent hues
That southern suns o'er heaven and earth diffuse;