"Tinct" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... art in the land of the Image[FN30] thou camest to seek." And they ceased not walking till they reached a lake, a long water and a wide, where quoth Mubarak to his companion, "Know, O my lord, that anon will come to us a little craft bearing a banner of azure tinct and all its planks are of chaunders and lign-aloes of Comorin, the most precious of woods. And now I would charge thee with a charge the which must thou most diligently observe." Asked the other, "Thou wilt see in that boat a boatman[FN31] whose fashion is the reverse of man's; but beware, ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 3 • Richard F. Burton
... speak no more; Thou turnst mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct." ...
— Notes & Queries, No. 53. Saturday, November 2, 1850 • Various
... their heads, I saw great Satan like a Sexton stand With his intolerable spade in hand, Digging three graves. Of coffin shape they were, For those who, coffinless, must enter there With unblest rites. The shrouds were of that cloth Which Clotho weaveth in her blackest wrath: The dismal tinct oppress'd the eye, that dwelt Upon it long, like darkness to be felt. The pillows to these baleful beds were toads, Large, living, livid, melancholy loads, Whose softness shock'd. Worms of all monstrous size Crawl'd round; and one, ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb IV - Poems and Plays • Charles and Mary Lamb
... their pleasures and vexations are communicable to all times and to all places; they are natural, and therefore durable; the adventitious peculiarities of personal habits are only superficial dies, bright and pleasing for a little while, yet soon fading to a dim tinct, without any remains of former lustre; but the discriminations of true passion are the colours of nature; they pervade the whole mass, and can only perish with the body that exhibits them. The accidental compositions ...
— Eighteenth Century Essays on Shakespeare • D. Nichol Smith
... Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. O, speak to me no more: These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears; ...
— The Canadian Elocutionist • Anna Kelsey Howard
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