|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The sun had long since in the lap|
Of Thetis taken out his nap,
And, like a lobster boild, the morn
From black to red began to turn.
ButlerHudibras. Pt. II. Canto II. L. 29.
|Oh the road to Mandalay|
Where the flyin-fishes play
An the dawn comes up like thunder outer
China crost the Bay!
| The east is blossoming! Yea, a rose,|
Vast as the heavens, soft as a kiss,
Sweet as the presence of woman is,
Rises and reaches, and widens and grows
Large and luminous up from the sea,
And out of the sea, as a blossoming tree,
Richer and richer, so higher and higher,
Deeper and deeper it takes its hue;
Brighter and brighter it reaches through
The space of heaven and the place of stars,
Till all is as rich as a rose can be,
And my rose-leaves fall into billows of fire.
Joaquin MillerSunrise in Venice.
|Night is the time for rest;|
How sweet, when labours close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose,
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!
MontgomeryNight. St. 1.
| The whole east was flecked|
With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst,
While a light crimson mist
Went up before the mounting luminary,
And all the strips of cloud began to vary
Their hues, and all the zenith seemed to ope
As if to show a cope beyond the cope!
Epes SargentSunrise at Sea.
| The heavenly-harnessd team|
Begins his golden progress in the east.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 221.
|He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines|
And darts his light through every guilty hole.
Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 42.
|As when the golden sun salutes the morn,|
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering hills.
Titus Andronicus. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 5.
|Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!|
Rejoicd I see thy purple mantle spread
Oer half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,
And orient pearls from evry shrub depend.
Wm. SomervilleThe Chase. Bk. II. L. 79.
|And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows,|
And smite the hills with day.
Bayard TaylorThe Poets Journal. Third Evening. Morning.
|See! led by Morn, with dewy feet,|
Apollo mounts his golden seat,
Replete with seven-fold fire;
While, dazzled by his conquering light,
Heavens glittering host and awful night
Thomas TaylorOde to the Rising Sun.
|See how there|
The cowlèd night
Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary-stair.
Francis ThompsonA Corymbus for Autumn. St. 5.
|East, oh, east of Himalay|
Dwell the nations underground,
Hiding from the shock of day,
For the suns uprising sound
So fearfully the sun doth sound,
Clanging up beyond Cathay;
For the great earthquaking sunrise
Rolling up beyond Cathay.
Francis ThompsonThe Mistress of Vision.
|But yonder comes the powerful King of Day,|
Rejoicing in the East.
ThomsonSeasons. Summer. L. 81.
|The rising sun complies with our weak sight,|
First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light
At such a distance from our eyes, as though
He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.
Edmund WallerTo the King upon His Majestys Happy Return. L. 1.