|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|And they were canopied by the blue sky,|
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
ByronThe Dream. St. 4.
|Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,|
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
ByronDon Juan. Canto IV. St. 110.
| Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the blue has hit strange victims.|
CarlyleFrench Revolution. Vol. III. P. 347.
|The mountain at a given distance|
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,
And thats the skies!
Emily DickinsonPoems. XIX. Second Series. (Ed. 1891).
|How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky|
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
HoodWritten in a Volume of Shakspeare.
|Bolt from the blue.|
HoraceOde. I. 34.
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their diary.
Alfred KreymborgOld Manuscript.
| When it is evening, ye say it will be fair weather: for the sky is red.|
Matthew. XVI. 2.
|The planets in their station listning stood.|
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 563.
|And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,|
Whereunder crawling coopd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to it for helpfor it
As impotently moves as you or I.
Omar KhayyamRubaiyat. FitzGeralds trans. St. 72.
| From hyperborean skies,|
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
PopeDunciad. III. L. 85.
|A sky full of silent suns.|
RichterFlower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces. Ch. II.
| Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity.|
RuskinThe True and Beautiful. The Sky.
| 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.
SapphoFragment. J.S. Easby-Smiths trans.
|This majestical roof fretted with golden fire.|
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 312.
| Heavens ebon vault,|
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moons unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world.
ShelleyQueen Mab. Pt. IV.
|Redeo ad illes qui aiunt: quid si clum ruat?|
I go back to those who say: what if the heavens fall?
TerenceHeauton timoroumenos. IV. 3. 41.
| Of evening tinct,|
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
ThomsonSeasons. Summer. L. 150.
|Non alias cælo ceciderunt plura sereno.|
Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt from the blue.)
VergilGeorgics. I. 487.
|Green calm below, blue quietness above.|
WhittierThe Pennsylvania Pilgrim. St. 113.
|The soft blue sky did never melt|
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue sky!
WordsworthPeter Bell. Pt. I. St. 15.