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How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The babbling day has touched the hem of night's garment, and, weary and still, drops asleep in her bosom. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Summer Day by the Sea The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Twilight The west is broken into bars Of orange, gold, and gray; Gone is the sun, come are the stars, And night infolds the day. - George MacDonald, Songs of the Summer Nights The sun, declined, was hastening now with prone career to the ocean isles, and in the ascending scale of heaven the stars that usher evening rose. - John Milton Twilight gray hath in her sober livery all things clad. - John Milton Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 597) From that high mount of God whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 643) How dear to my soul is the mild twilight hour! - Thomas Moore In the June twilight, in the soft gray twilight, the yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve. - Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik) O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed. - Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik) Faint and sweet thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet. - Lady Caroline Sheridan Norton (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton) Fair, fleeting sister of the mournful night. - Lady Caroline Sheridan Norton (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton) O Twilight! spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments melting--heaven to earth-- Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams. - Lady Caroline Sheridan Norton (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton) Our lady of the twilight She hath such gentle hands, So lovely are the gifts she brings From out of the sunset-lands, So bountiful, so merciful, So sweet of soul is she; And over all the world she draws Her cloak of charity. - Alfred Noyes, Our Lady of Twilight The skies yet blushing with departed light. - Alexander Pope . . . th' approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade. - Alexander Pope, Pastorals--Autumn (l. 98) In the vale beneath the hill The evening's growing purple strengthens. - Margaret Junkin Preston Last of the hours that track the fading day. - Mrs. Ann Ward Radcliffe Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and down beneath it. - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul), Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces (ch. II) Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day. - Samuel Rogers, Pleasures of Memory (pt. I, l. 1) Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast. - George William Russell (used pseudonym "AE"), Refuge Displaying page 2 of 3 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 [2] 3
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