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Sunrise: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun.— TENNYSON — The Princess. Pt. IV. L.1.

The sopped sun--toper as ever drank hard- Stares foolish, hazed, Rubicund, dazed, Totty with thine October tankard.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — A Corymbus for Autumn. St. 1.

Fairest of all the lights above, Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, And with unwearied swiftness move, To form the circles of our years.— ISAAC WATTS — Sun, Moon and Stars,

Praise Ye the Lord.

The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto II. Canto II. L. 29.

The east is blossoming! Yea, a rose, Vast as the heavens, soft as a kiss, Sweet as the presence of woman is, Rises and reaches, and widens and grows Large and luminous up from the sea, And out of the sea, as a blossoming tree, Richer and richer, so higher and higher, Deeper and deeper it takes its hue; Brighter and brighter it reaches through The space of heaven and the place of stars, Till all is as rich as a rose can be, And my rose-leaves fall into billows of fire.— JOAQUIN MILLER — Sunrise in Venice.

The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before the mounting luminary, And all the strips of cloud began to vary Their hues, and all the zenith seemed to ope As if to show a cope beyond the cope!— EPES SARGENT — Sunrise at Sea.

As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, And overlooks the highest-peering hills.— Shakespeare — Titus Andronicus. Act II. Sc. 1. L.5.

He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines And darts his light through every guilty hole.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 42.

The heavenly-harness'd team Begins his golden progress in the east.— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 221

See! led by Morn, with dewy feet, Apollo mounts his golden seat, Replete with seven-fold fire; While, dazzled by his conquering light, Heaven's glittering host and awful night Submissively retire.— THOMAS TAYLOR — Ode to the Rising Sun.

See how there The cowlèd night Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary-stair.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — A Corymbus for Autumn. St. 5.

But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.— THOMSON — Seasons. Summer. L. 81.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.— EDMUND WALLER — To the King upon His Majesty's Happy Return. L. 1.