Youthful delight, oh, how oft lur'st thou me out in the night.
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!
Holmes—Poems of the Class of '29. Our
Banker. St. 12.
The lengthening shadows wait
The first pale stars of twilight.
Holmes—Poems of the Class of '29. Even
Song. St. 6.
The gloaming comes, the day is spent,
The sun goes out of sight,
And painted is the Occident
With purple sanguine bright.
Alexander Hume—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.
| author = Longfellow
| work = 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.
| author = Longfellow
| work = 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.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = 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.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = 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 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 the Twilight.
- * * 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 = Pope
| work = Pastorals. Autumn. L. 98.
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 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.
Sam'l Rogers—Pleasures of Memory. Pt. I.
L. 1.
Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by,
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
G. W. Russell—Refuge.
Her feet along the dewy hills
Are lighter than blown thistledown;
She bears the glamour of one star
Upon her violet crown.
Clinton Scollard—Dusk.
Then the nun-like twilight came, violet-vestured
and still,
And the night's first star outshone afar on the
eve of Bunker Hill.
CiiNTbN Scollard—On the Eve of Bunker Hill.
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.
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 221.
is Look, the gentle day
Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 3.
L.25.
The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of has fiery car,
Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 19.
Twilight, ascending slowly from the east,
Entwined in duskier wreaths her braided locks
O'er the fair front and radiant eyes of day;
Night followed, clad with stars.
Shelley—Alastor.
Now the soft hour
Of walking comes; for him who lonely loves
To seek the distant hills, and there converse
With Nature, there to harmonize his heart,
And in pathetic Song to breathe around
The harmony to others.
Thomson—Seasons. Summer. L. 1,378.
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like twilight's too her dusky hair.
Wordsworth—She was a Phantom of Delight.
As pensive evening deepens into night.
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