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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.
Author: Edwin Arnold
Source: Light of Asia (bk. II, l. 466)
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Fair Venus shines
Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood
Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.
Author: Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld
Source: A Summer Evening's Meditation (l. 10)
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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.
Author: Bear Bryant
Source: An Evening Reverie
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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.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 29)
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'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Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown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.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 49)
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How lovely are the portals of the night,
When stars come out to watch the daylight die.
Author: Thomas Cole
Source: Twilight, see Louis L. Noble's "Life and Works of Cole", ch. XXXV
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Beauteous Night lay dead
Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star sickened and
shrank.
Author: George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross)
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. II)
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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.
Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Source: Venetian Epigrams
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The lengthening shadows wait
The first pale stars of twilight.
Author: Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Source: Poems of the Class of '29--Even Song (st. 6)
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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!
Author: Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Source: Poems of the Class of '29--Our Banker (st. 12)
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The gloaming comes, the day is spent,
The sun goes out of sight,
And painted is the occident
With purple sanguine bright.
Author: Alexander Hume
Source: Story of a Summer Day
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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.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: A Summer Day by the Sea
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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.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Twilight
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The west is broken into bars
Of orange, gold, and gray;
Gone is the sun, come are the stars,
And night infolds the day.
Author: George MacDonald
Source: Songs of the Summer Nights
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Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
Author: John Milton
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 597)
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From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
To grateful twilight.
Author: John Milton
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 643)
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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.
Author: Alfred Noyes
Source: Our Lady of Twilight
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. . . 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.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Pastorals--Autumn (l. 98)
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Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and
down beneath it.
Author: Jean Paul Richter
Source: Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces (ch. II)
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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.
Author: Samuel Rogers
Source: Pleasures of Memory (pt. I, l. 1)
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Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by,
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
Author: George William Russell ("A.E")
Source: Refuge
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Her feet along the dewy hills
Are lighter than blown thistledown;
She bears the glamour of one star
Upon her violet crown.
Author: Clinton Scollard
Source: Dusk
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Then the nun-like twilight came, violent vestured and still,
And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve of Bunker
Hill.
Author: Clinton Scollard
Source: On the Eve of Bunker Hill
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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.
Author: Sir Walter Scott
Source: Quentin Durward (ch. IV)
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She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Glendower at III, i)
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