Post nubila maxima, Phoebus. After the greatest clouds, the sun.Alan of Lille also known as 'Alanus de Insulis': 1175 Liber Parabolarum, ch.1, l.33.
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We in the tournamentyou against me!SirJohn Betjeman: 1945 New Bats in Old Belfries,'A Subaltern's Love-Song'.
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun that now From ancient melody have ceased.william blake: 1783 Poetical Sketches,'To The Muses'.
This was my countryand it may be yet, But something flew between me and the sun.Edmund Charles Blunden: 1928 'The Resignation'.
Cricket to us was more than play, It was a worship in the summer sun.Edmund Charles Blunden: 'Pride of the Village'. Quoted in Alan Ross (ed) The Penguin Cricketer's Companion (1978).
And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with golden girdle. His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters. And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp two-edged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. And when I saw him, I fell as his feet as dead.Bible (NewTestament): Revelation1:13-17.
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang When the birds of Eden sang?Countee Cullen: 1925 On These I Stand,'Heritage'.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.john donne: c.1595-1605 'The Sun Rising', collected in Songs and Sonnets (1633).
He brought light out of darkness, not out of a lesser light; he canbring thysummerout of winter, though thou have no spring God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noontoillustrateall shadows,asthesheavesinharvestto fill all penuries. All occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.john donne: 1624 Sermons,'Christmas Day,1624'.
He was likea cock who thoughtthesun had risento hear him crow.George pseudonym of MaryAnn Evans Eliot: 1859 Adam Bede, ch.33.
Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away.T(homas) S(tearns) Eliot: 1935 Four Quartets,'Burnt Norton', pt.4.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run.john keats: 1820 Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems,'To Autumn', stanza1.
Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.(Joseph) Rudyard Kipling: 1906 Puck of Pook's Hill,'Tree Song'.
Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Through the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.Andrew Marvell: c.1650-1652 'To His Coy Mistress' (published1681), closing lines.
The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun, and neither the dictators nor the bureaucrats, deeplyas they disapprove of the process, are able to prevent it.George pseudonym of Eric Arthur Blair Orwell: 1946 'Some Thoughts on the Common Toad'.
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.Alexander Pope: 1714 The Rape of the Lock, canto 2, l.13-14.
Bah! I have sung women in three cities, But it is all the same; And I will sing of the sun.Ezra Loomis Pound: 1908 Personae,'Cino'.
I saw dawn upon them like the sun a vision of a time when all men walk proudly through the earth and the bombs and missiles lie at the bottom of the ocean like the bones of dinosaurs buried under the shale of eras.Dudley Randall: 1968 Cities Burning,'Roses and Revolutions'.
I open with a clock striking, to beget an awful attention in the audience: it also marks the time, which is four o'clock in the morning, and saves a description of the rising sun, and a great deal about gilding the eastern hemisphere. 788Richard Brinsley Sheridan: 1779 Mr Puff, of his tragedy 'The Spanish Armada'.The Critic, act 2, sc.2.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun, And left the vivid air signed with their honour.Sir Stephen Harold Spender: 1933 'I Think Continually ofThose'.
And before you let the sun in, mind it wipes its shoes.Dylan Marlais Thomas: 1954 Under MilkWood.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.Tennyson: 1851 'The Eagle', complete poem.
And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.Tennyson: 1878 'The Revenge', stanza 9, l.56-7.
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.william wordsworth: 1802 'It is a beauteous evening calm and free', l.1-8 (published 1807).
And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.W(illiam) B(utler) Yeats: 1897 'The Song of Wandering Aengus', l.21-4. Collected in The Wind Among the Reeds (1899).