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. Anna Letitia BarbauldA Summer Evenings Meditation. L. 10.
Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is maskd but to assail. ByronDon Juan. Canto II. St. 49.
In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain, Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest herald of day, And to await, with impatience, the gaze of the ruler of heaven. Youthful delight, oh, how oft lurst thou me out in the night. GoetheVenetian Epigrams.
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! HolmesPoems of the Class of 29. Our Banker. St. 12.
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 NoyesOur Lady of the Twilight.
Twilights soft dews steal oer 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. Saml RogersPleasures of Memory. Pt. I. L. 1.
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. ThomsonSeasons. Summer. L. 1,378.