SUN
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Heat, ma'am! it was so dreadful here, that
I found there was nothing left for it but to
take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
Then came the jolly sommer, being dight
In a thin silken cassock, coloured greene,
That was unlyned all, to be more light.
Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. VII. Canto
VII. St. 29.
Prom brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's
depth;
He comes, attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever-fanning breezes, on his way.
Thomson—Seasons. Summer. L. 1.
All-conquering Heat, O, intermit thy wrath!
And on my throbbing temples, potent thus,
Beam not so fierce! incessant still you flow,
And still another fervent flood succeeds,
Pour'd on the head profuse. In vain I sigh,
And restless turn, and look around for night;
Night is far off; and hotter Hours approach.
Thomson—Seasons. Summer. L. 451.
SUN
Patient of thirst and toil,
Son of the desert, e'en the Camel feels,
Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blast.
Thomson—Seasons. Summer. L. 965.
SUN (The)
When the Sun
Clearest shineth
Serenest in the heaven,
Quickly are obscured
All over the earth
Other stars.
King Alfred. Trans, of Boethius—Consolation.
The sun, which passeth through pollutions
and itself remains as pure as before.
Bacon—Advancement of Learning. Bk. II.
| seealso = (See also Diogenes, Lyly, Taylor, also Augustine under Corruption)
The sun, centre and sire of light,
The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Heaven.
n See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. A Mountain.
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks: and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. The Surface. L. 409.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the
sunshine gushes down.
Bryant—The Cloud on the Way. L. 18.
Make hay while the sun shines.
| author = Cervantes
| work = Don Quixote.
| place = Pt. I. Bk. III.
Ch. 11.
i%
The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is
not polluted.
Diogenes Laertius—Bk. VI. Sec. 63.
| seealso = (See also Bacon)
Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.
Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel. St. 1.
L. 268.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
Dryden—The Story of Acis, Polyphemus, and
Galatea from the Thirteenth Book of Ovid's
. L. 165.
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
Dryden—Threnodia Augustalis.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Gray)
|
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.
Falconer—The Shipwreck. Canto I. III.
L. 3.
Such words fall too often on our cold and
careless ears with the triteness of long familiarity ;
but to Octavia . . . they seemed to be
written in sunbeams.
Dean Parrar—Darkness and Davm. Chap.
XLVL
| seealso = (See also Jortdt, Tertullian)
| topic = Sun
| page = 765
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| text = <poem>Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.
| author = Garrick
| work = On the Death of Henry Pelham.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Plutarch)
In climes beyond the solar road.
Gray—Progress of Poesy.
| seealso = (See also Dryden)
Failing yet gracious,
Slow pacing, soon homing,
A patriarch that strolls
Through the tents of his children,
The sun as he journeys
His round on the lower
Ascents of the blue,
Washes the roofs
And the hillsides with clarity.
W. E. Henley—Rhymes and Rhythms.
Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
At morning hours,
Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
Hood—Hymn to the Sun. St. 4.
