| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Hume | The gloaming comes, the day is spent, The sun goes out of sight, And painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright. |
| Alexander Pope | . . . 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. |
| Alfred Noyes | 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 |
| Bear Bryant | 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. |
| Alexander Pope | . . . 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. |
| Clinton Scollard | Her feet along the dewy hills Are lighter than blown thistledown; She bears the glamour of one star Upon her violet crown. |
| Clinton Scollard | Then the nun-like twilight came, violent vestured and still, And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve of Bunker Hill. |
| Edwin Arnold | 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. |
| Jean Paul Richter | Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and down beneath it. |
| Mrs Anna Letitia Barbauld | 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. |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr | The lengthening shadows wait The first pale stars of twilight. |
| Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr | 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! |
| Thomas Cole | How lovely are the portals of the night, When stars come out to watch the daylight die. |
| George MacDonald | The west is broken into bars Of orange, gold, and gray, Gone is the sun, come are the stars, And night infolds the day. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 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. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 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. |
| John Milton | Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight. |
| John Milton | From that high mount of God whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight. |
| Sir Walter Scott | 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. |
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