|The spacious firmament on nigh,|
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Forever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.
AddisonOde. The Spacious Firmament on High.
|Surely the stars are images of love.|
BaileyFestus. Sc. Garden and Bower by the Sea.
| What are ye orbs?|
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
BaileyFestus. Sc. Everywhere.
| The stars,|
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
BaileyFestus. Sc. Heaven.
| The sad and solemn night|
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.
BryantHymn to the North Star.
|When stars are in the quiet skies,|
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.
Bulwer-LyttonWhen Stars are in the Quiet Skies.
| The number is certainly the cause. The apparent disorder augments the grandeur, for the appearance of care is highly contrary to our ideas of magnificence. Besides, the stars lie in such apparent confusion, as makes it impossible on ordinary occasions to reckon them. This gives them the advantage of a sort of infinity.|
BurkeOn the Sublime and the Beautiful. Magnificence.
|A grisly meteor on his face.|
ButlerCobbler and Vicar of Bray.
|This hairy meteor did announce|
The fall of sceptres and of crowns.
ButlerHudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. 247.
|Cry out upon the stars for doing|
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.
ButlerHudibras. Pt. III. Canto I. L. 17.
|Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.|
ByronBeppo. St. 14.
|And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.|
CampbellThe Soldiers Dream.
|Where Andes, giant of the western star,|
With meteor standard to the winds unfurld.
CampbellPleasures of Hope. Pt. I.
|In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere|
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
CampbellPleasures of Hope. Pt. II. L. 194.
|Now twilight lets her curtain down|
And pins it with a star.
Lydia Maria Child. Adapted from MDonald Clark. Appeared thus in his obituary notice.
| Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat: cli scrutantur plagas.|
No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
CiceroDe Divinatione. II. 13.
|While twilights curtain gathering far,|
Is pinned with a single diamond star.
MDonald ClarkDeath in Disguise. L. 227.
|Whilst twilights curtain spreading far,|
Was pinned with a single star.
MDonald ClarkDeath in Disguise. L. 227. As it appeared in Boston Ed. 1833.
|Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star|
In his steep course?
ColeridgeHymn in the Vale of Chamouni.
|Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies|
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.
ColeridgeLines on an Autumnal Evening.
|All for Love, or the Lost Pleiad.|
Stirling Coyne. Title of play. Produced in London, Jan. 16, 1838.
|The stars that have most glory have no rest.|
Samuel DanielHistory of the Civil War. Bk. VI. St. 104.
|The stars are golden fruit upon a tree|
All out of reach.
George EliotThe Spanish Gypsy. Bk. II.
|Hitch your wagon to a star.|
EmersonSociety and Solitude. Civilization.
|The starres, bright sentinels of the skies.|
Wm. HabingtonDialogue between Night and Araphil. L. 3.
|Why, who shall talk of shrines, of sceptres riven?|
It is too sad to think on what we are,
When from its height afar
A world sinks thus; and yon majestic Heaven
Shines not the less for that one vanishd star!
Felicia D. HemansThe Lost Pleiad.
| The starres of the night|
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers cleare without number.
HerrickThe Night Piece.
|Micat inter omnes|
Iulium sidus, velut inter ignes
And yet more bright
Shines out the Julian star,
As moon outglows each lesser light.
HoraceCarmina. I. 12. 47.
|The dawn is lonely for the sun,|
And chill and drear;
The one lone star is pale and wan,
As one in fear.
Richard HoveyChanson de Rosemonde.
|When, like an Emir of tyrannic power,|
Sirius appears, and on the horizon black
Bids countless stars pursue their mighty track.
Victor HugoThe Vanished City.
| The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.|
Job. XXXVIII. 7.
| Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?|
Job. XXXVIII. 31.
|Canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?|
Job. XXXVIII. 32.
|When sunset flows into golden glows,|
And the breath of the night is new,
Love finds afar eves eager star
That is my thought of you.
Robert Underwood JohnsonStar Song.
|Who falls for love of God shall rise a star.|
JonsonUnderwoods. 32. To a friend.
|The stars in their courses fought against Sisera.|
Judges. V. 20.
|God be thanked for the Milky Way that runs across the sky.|
Thats the path that my feet would tread whenever I have to die.
Some folks call it a Silver Sword, and some a Pearly Crown,
But the only thing I think it is, is Main Street, Heaventown.
Joyce KilmerMain Street.
|The stars, heavn sentry, wink and seem to die.|
LeeTheodosius. Probably inspired Campbells lines.
|Just above yon sandy bar,|
As the day grows fainter and dimmer,
Lonely and lovely, a single star
Lights the air with a dusky glimmer.
LongfellowChrysaor. St. 1.
|Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,|
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
LongfellowEvangeline. Pt. I. St. 3.
|The night is calm and cloudless,|
And still as still can be,
And the stars come forth to listen
To the music of the sea.
They gather, and gather, and gather,
Until they crowd the sky,
And listen, in breathless silence,
To the solemn litany.
LongfellowChristus. The Golden Legend. Pt. V.
|There is no light in earth or heaven|
But the cold light of stars;
And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars.
LongfellowLight of Stars. St. 2.
|Stars of the summer night!|
Far in yon azure deeps
Hide, hide your golden light!
My lady sleeps!
LongfellowSpanish Student. Serenade.
|A wise man,|
Watching the stars pass across the sky,
In the upper air the fireflies move more slowly.
|Wide are the meadows of night|
And daisies are shining there,
Tossing their lovely dews,
Lustrous and fair;
And through these sweet fields go,
Wanderers amid the stars
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.
Walter De La MareThe Wanderers.
|The star that bids the shepherd fold,|
Now the top of heaven doth hold.
MiltonComus. L. 93.
|So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed,|
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
MiltonLycidas. L. 168.
| Brightest seraph, tell|
In which of all these shining orbs hath man
His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,
But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. III. L. 667.
| At whose sight all the stars|
Hide their diminishd heads.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 34.
| Now glowed the firmament|
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light,
And oer the dark her silver mantle threw.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 604.
| The starry cope|
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 992.
| And made the stars,|
And set them in the firmament of heavn,
T illuminate the earth, and rule the day
In their vicissitude, and rule the night.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 348.
|Hither, as to their fountain, other stars|
Repairing in their golden urns draw light,
And hence the morning planet gilds her horns.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 364.
|A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,|
And pavement stars.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 577.
|Now the bright morning-star, days harbinger,|
Comes dancing from the east.
MiltonSong on May Morning.
|Stars are the Daisies that begem|
The blue fields of the sky,
Beheld by all, and everywhere,
Bright prototypes on high.
MoirThe Daisy. St. 5.
|The quenchless stars, so eloquently bright,|
Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night.
MontgomeryOmnipresence of the Deity.
|But soon, the prospect clearing,|
By cloudless starlight on he treads
And thinks no lamp so cheering
As that light which Heaven sheds.
MooreId Mourn the Hopes.
|The stars stand sentinel by night.|
|And the day star arise in your hearts.|
II. Peter I. 19.
|Would that I were the heaven, that I might be|
All full of love-lit eyes to gaze on thee.
PlatoTo Stella. In Anthologia Palat. Vol. V. P. 317.
|Led by the light of the Mæonian star.|
PopeEssay on Criticism. Pt. III. L. 89.
|Ye little stars, hide your diminishd rays.|
PopeMoral Essays. Ep. III. L. 282.
|Starry Crowns of Heaven|
Set in azure night!
Linger yet a little
Ere you hide your light:
Nay; let Starlight fade away,
Heralding the day!
Adelaide A. ProcterGive Place.
|No star is ever lost we once have seen,|
We always may be what we might have been.
Adelaide A. ProcterLegend of Provence.
|One naked star has waded through|
The purple shallows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light.
James Whitcomb RileyThe Beetle.
|Thus some who have the Stars surveyd|
Are ignorantly led
To think those glorious Lamps were made
To light Tom Fool to bed.
Nicholas RoweSong on a Fine Woman Who Had a Dull Husband.
|Hesperus bringing together|
All that the morning star scattered.
Sappho. XIV. Trans. by Bliss Carman.
|Her blue eyes sought the west afar,|
For lovers love the western star.
ScottLay of the Last Minstrel. Canto III. St. 24.
|Non est ad astra mollis e terris via.|
There is no easy way to the stars from the earth.
SenecaHercules Furens. Act II. 437. Same idea in UsenerScholia. Lucan. I. 300. PrudentiusCathem. 10. 92.
|Our Jovial star reignd at his birth.|
Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 105.
|Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.|
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 65.
|The skies are painted with unnumberd sparks,|
They are all fire and every one doth shine,
But theres but one in all doth hold his place.
Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 63.
|The stars above us govern our conditions.|
King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 35.
|The unfolding star calls up the shepherd.|
Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 218.
| Look how the floor of heaven|
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
Theres not the smallest orb which thou beholdst
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyd cherubins:
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 58. (Pattens in Folio.)
|These blessed candles of the night.|
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 220.
|O that my spirit were yon heaven of night,|
Which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes.
ShelleyRevolt of Islam. IV. 36.
|He that strives to touch a star,|
Oft stumbles at a straw.
SpenserShepherds Calendar. July.
|Clamorem ad sidera mittunt.|
They send their shout to the stars.
StatiusThebais. XII. 521.
|As shaking terrors from his blazing hair,|
A sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
TassoJerusalem Delivered. Hooles trans. L. 581.
|Twinkle, twinkle, little star!|
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!
Anne TaylorRhymes for the Nursery. The Star.
| Each separate star|
Seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars
Break up the Night, and make it beautiful.
Bayard TaylorLars. Bk. III. Last lines.
|The stars shall be rent into threds of light,|
And scatterd like the beards of comets.
Jeremy TaylorSermon I. Christs Advent to Judgment.
|Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro the mellow shade,|
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
TennysonLocksley Hall. St. 5.
|She saw the snowy poles and moons of Mars,|
That marvellous field of drifted light
In mid Orion, and the married stars
TennysonPalace of Art. Unfinished lines withdrawn from later editions. Appears in footnote to Ed. of 1833.
| But who can count the stars of Heaven?|
Who sing their influence on this lower world?
ThomsonSeasons. Winter. L. 528.
|The twilight hours, like birds flew by,|
As lightly and as free;
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand on the sea.
For every wave with dimpled face
That leapd upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace
And held it trembling there.
Amelia B. WelbyMusings. Twilight at Sea. St. 4.
|But He is risen, a later star of dawn.|
WordsworthA Morning Exercise.
|You meaner beauties of the night,|
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light;
You common people of the skies,
What are you when the moon shall rise?
Sir Henry WottonOn His Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia. (Sun in some editions.)
|Hence Heaven looks down on earth with all her eyes.|
YoungNight Thoughts. Night VII. L. 1,103.
|One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine;|
And light us deep into the Deity;
How boundless in magnificence and might.
YoungNight Thoughts. Night IX. L. 728.
|Who rounded in his palm these spacious orbs|
* * * * * *
Numerous as gliterring gems of morning dew,
Or sparks from populous cities in a blaze,
And set the bosom of old night on fire.
YoungNight Thoughts. Night IX. L. 1,260.