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.
SUSPICION.
Yet, where an equal poise of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope rather than fear,
And gladly banish squint suspicion.
Comus. MILTON.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
Essay on Criticism. A. POPE.