SUN.
That orbèd continent the fire
That severs day from night.
Twelfth Night, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned,
Look'st from thy sole dominion like the God
Of this new world,…
O Sun!
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.
King Richard II., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
The lessening cloud,
The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow,
Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad. Lo! now, apparent all
Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colored air,
He looks in boundless majesty abroad;
And sheds the shining day, that burnished plays
On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wand'ring streams
High gleaming from afar.
The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
The sun had long since in the lap
Of Thetis taken out his nap.
And, like a lobster boiled, the morn
From black to red began to turn.
Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto II. DR. S. BUTLER.
"But," quoth his neighbor, "when the sun
From East to West his course has run,
How comes it that he shows his face
Next morning in his former place?"
"Ho! there's a pretty question, truly!"
Replied our wight, with an unruly
Burst of laughter and delight,
So much his triumph seemed to please him:
"Why, blockhead! he goes back at night,
And that's the reason no one sees him!"
The Astronomical Alderman. H. SMITH.
Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapors rise.
Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. I J.J. DRYDEN.
Now sunk the sun: the closing hour of day
Came onward, mantled o'er with sober gray;
Nature in silence bid the world repose.
The Hermit. T. PARNELL.
Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new color as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest, till—'t is gone—and all is gray.
Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.
Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
The fading Alps and archipelagoes,
And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.
Miracles. T.B. ALDRICH.
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last.
King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.