8. Autumn eventide;
When sinking on the blue hill's breast, the sun
Spreads the large bounty of his level blaze,
Lengthening the shade of mountains and tall trees.
George Lunt.
9. When on a keen December night, Jack Frost
Drives through mid air his chariot icy-wheel'd,
And from the sky's crisp ceiling, star-emboss'd,
Whiffs off the clouds that the pure blue concealed.
Tennent—Anster Fair.