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He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It
will be fair weather: for the sky is red.
And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky
is red and lowring. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of
the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?
Author: Bible
Source: Matthew (ch. XVI, v. 2-3)
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"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 110)
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And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: The Dream (st. 4)
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Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the blue has hit
strange victims.
Author: Thomas Carlyle
Source: French Revolution (vol. III, p. 347)
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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!
Author: Emily Dickinson
Source: Poems (XIX, second series (ed. 1891))
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Author: Thomas Hood
Source: Written in a Volume of Shakespeare
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Bolt from the blue.
Author: Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)
Source: Ode (I, 34)
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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to it for help--for it
As impotently moves as you or I.
Author: Omar Khayyam ("The Tent-Maker")
Source: The Rubaiyat (st. 72), (FitzGerald's translation)
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The sky
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their diary.
Author: Alfred Kreymborg
Source: Old Manuscript
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The planets in their station list'ning stood.
Author: John Milton
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. VII, l. 563)
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From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: The Dunciad (III, l. 85)
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A sky full of silent suns.
Author: Jean Paul Richter
Source: Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces (ch. II)
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Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never
the same for two months together; almost human in its passions,
almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its
infinity.
Author: Bayard Ruskin
Source: The True and Beautiful--The Sky
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The moon has set
In a bank of jet
That fringes the Western sky,
The pleiads seven
Have sunk from heaven
And the midnight hurries by;
My hopes are flown
And, alas! alone
On my weary couch I lie.
Author: Sappho
Source: Fragment, (J.S. Easby-Smith's translation)
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I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof
fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a
foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at II, ii)
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Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world.
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: Queen Mab (pt. IV)
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I go back to those who say: what if the heavens fall?
[Lat., Redeo ad illes qui aiunt: quid si coelum ruat?]
Author: Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)
Source: Heauton timoroumenos (IV, 3)
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Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
Author: James Thomson (1)
Source: Seasons--Summer (l. 150)
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Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt
from the blue.)
[Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt plura sereno.]
Author: Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil)
Source: Georgics (I, 487)
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Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Author: John Greenleaf Whittier
Source: The Pennsylvania Pilgrim (st. 113)
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The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue sky!
Author: William Wordsworth
Source: Peter Bell (pt. I, st. 15)
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