Bourdillon, Francis William

The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying SUN (Son). Among the Flowers, and Other Poems

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes

Lawrence, D.H.

We and the cosmos are one. The cosmos is a vast body, of which we are still parts. The SUN is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins.

Apocalypse Five

Dryden, John

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant SUN, Is Nature’s eye;. . .The Poetical Works of Dryden The Fable of Acis, Polyphemus, and Galatea from

the Thirteenth Book of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

Macpherson, James

Whence are thy beams, O SUN! thy everlasting light! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and

pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone.

Muir, John

The SUN, looking down on the tranquil landscape, seems conscious of the presence of every living thing on which he is pouring his blessings, while they in turn, with perhaps the exception of man, seem conscious of the presence of the SUN as a benevolent father and stand hushed and waiting. Steep Trails

Nietzsche, Friedrich

. . . the Moon’s love affair has come to an end! Just look! There it stands; pale and dejected—before the dawn! For already it is coming, the glowing SUN—its love of the Earth is coming! All SUN-love is innocence and creative desire! Just look how it comes impatiently over the sea! Do you not feel the thirst and hot breath of its love?

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Xenophanes

The SUN comes into being each day from little pieces of fire that are collected. . .

In G.S Kirk and J.E. Raven The Presocratic Philosophers Fragment

That orbed continent, the fire that severs day from night. Shakespeare.

The SUN, God’s crest upon His azure shield, the heavens. Bailey.

The SUN with one eye vieweth all the world. Shakespeare.

Neither the SUN nor death can be looked at steadily. Rochefoucauld.

High in his chariot glowed the lamp of day. Falconer.

The heavenly-harness’d team Begins his golden progress in the east. Shakespeare.

The SUN, reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores, is unpolluted in his beam. Jeremy Taylor

But yonder comes the powerful king of day rejoicing in the east. Thomson.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant SUN, is Nature’s eye. Dryden,

He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, and darts his light through every guilty hole. Shakespeare.

The SUN stands, at midnight, blood red, on the mountains of the North. Longfellow.

The SUN is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring. Swinburne.

Shine out, fair SUN, till I have bought a glass. That I may see my shadow as I pass. Shakespeare.

The SUN, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted. Diogenes Laertius.

The SUN, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven. Bailey.

In his east the glorious lamp was seen, regent of the day ; and all the horizon round, invested with bright rays. Milton.

The radiant SUN sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is he set so high for show alone. Granville.

The weary SUN hath made a golden set, and by the bright track of his fiery car, gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow. Shakespeare.

When the SUN shines on you, you see your friends. It requires SUNshine to be seen by them to advantage ! Lady Blessington.

What light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the SUN! Arise, fair SUN, and Kill the envious moon. Shakespeare.

See the gold SUNshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss. Bailey.

Though the SUN scorches us sometimes, and gives us the headache, we do not refuse to acknowledge that we sand in need of his warmth. Philip de Mornay.

The glorious SUN stays in his course, and plays the alchemist, turning with splendor of his precious eye the meager cloddy earth to glittering gold. Shakespeare.

The angels even Draw strength from gazing on its glance, Though none its meaning fathom may; The world’s unwither’d countenance Is bright as at creation’s day. Goethe.

Whence are thy beams, O SUN ! thy everlasting light? Thou coinest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave: but thou thyself movest alone. Macpherson.

And see- the SUN himself! on wings Of glory up the East he springs. Angel of Light! who from the time Those heavens began their march sublime, Hath first of all the starry choir Trod in his Maker’s steps of fire! Moore.

More joyful eyes look at the setting than at the rising SUN. Burdens are laid down by the poor, whom the SUN consoles more than the rich. No star and no moon announce the rising SUN; l does not the setting SUN, like a :over, leave behind his image in the moon? I yearn towards him when he sets, not when be rises. Richter.

Till, as a giant strong, a bridegroom gay, The SUN springs dancing through the gates of day, He shakes his dewy locks, and hurls his beams O’er the proud hills, and down the glowing streams : , His fiery coursers bound above the mam, And whirl the car along th’ ethereal plain; The fiery courses and the car display A stream of glory and a flood of day. Broome.

The glorious SUN the centre am soul of our system the lamp that lights it, the fire that heats it. The Blest power of SUNshine! genial day, What balm, what life are in thy ray! To feel thee is such real bliss. That, had the world no joy but this, To sit in SUNshine calm and sweet. It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom. The deep cold shadow of the tomb. Moore.

Thou material God! And representative of the Unknown, Who chose thee for His shadow! Thou chief star! Centre of many stars! which mak’st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays! Sire of the seasons! Monarch of the climes, And those who dwell in them! for near or far, Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee, Even as our outward aspects, thou dost rise, And shine and set in glory! Byron.