"Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles

Miles on miles."

Browning, Love among the Ruins.

"Morning, evening, noon, and night,

'Praise God,' sang Theocrite."

Browning, The Boy and the Angel.

"Take the cloak from his face and at first

Let the corpse do its worst."

Browning, After.

"Or for a time we'll lie