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Twilight: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
The sunbeams dropped Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche, Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim, As if the very Day paused and grew Eve.— EDWIN ARNOLD — Light of Asia. Bk. II. L. 466.
Fair Venus shines Even in the eye of day with sweetest beam with sweetest beam Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.— ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD — A Summer Evening's Meditation. L. 10.
When the sun's last rays are fading Into twilight soft and dim.— THEODORE L. BARKER — Thou Wilt Think
of Me Again. The summer day is closed, the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of whose train goes softly out In the red west.— BRYANT — An Evening Reverie.
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'tis gone-and all is gray.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 29.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto II. St. 49.
How lovely are the portals of the night, When stars come out to watch the daylight die.— THOMAS COLE — Twilight. See LOUIS L. NOBLE'S Life and Works of Cole. Ch. XXXV.
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.— SUSAN COOLIDGE — Angelus.
Beauteous Night lay dead Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star sickened and shrank.— GEORGE ELIOT — Spanish Gypsy. Bk. II.
Along the west the golden bars Still to a deeper glory grew; Above our heads the faint few stars Looked out from the unfathomed blue; And the fair city's clamorous jars Seemed melted in the evening hue.— W. B. GLAZIER — Cape-Cottage at
Sunset. In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain, - Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest herald of day,- And to await, with impatience, the gaze of the ruler of heaven.- Youthful delight, oh, how oft lur'st thou me out in the night.— GOETHE — Venetian Epigrams.
Sweet shadows of twilight! how calm their repose, While the dewdrops fall soft in the breast of the rose! How blest to the toiler his hour of release When the vesper is heard with its whisper of peace!— O. W. HOLMES — Poems of the Class of '29. Our Banker. St. 12.
The lengthening shadows wait The first pale stars of twilight.— O. W. HOLMES — Poems of the Class of 29. Even Song. St. 6.
Like our dawn, merely a sob of light.— VICTOR HUGO — La Legende des Siècles.
The gloaming comes, the day is spent, The sun goes out of sight, And painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright.— ALEXANDER HUME — The Story of a
Summer Day. 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.— 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. S.— 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. Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.— 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.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 643.
O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.— D. M. MULOCK — Thirty Years.
Twilight in the North. O, Twilight! Spirit that does render birth To dim enchantments, melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like atmosphere of dreams.— MRS. NORTON — Picture of Twilight.
C. *** 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.— POPE — Pastorals. Autumn. L. 98.
In the vale beneath the hill The evening's growing purple strengthens.— MARGARET J. PRESTON — Old Songs and
New. Afternoon. Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and down beneath it.— RICHTER — Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces. Ch. II.
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the villagegreen, 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.— SAM'L ROGERS — Pleasures of Memory. Pt. I. L. 1.
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea.— SCOTT — Quentin Durward. Ch. IV.
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.— Shakespeare — Sonnet XXXIII.
Look, the gentle day Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 25.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 89.