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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"),

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