The gale arose; the vapour toss'd (The sport of winds) in air was lost; The glorious orb the day refines.

Sometimes, not often, a pale orb struggles through the clouds and glimmers faintly upon the grimy townsome poor relation of the sun, maybe, but not the godlike creature himself.

Sometimes from that resplendent sheen A new light gleams across the void, And, awe-struck, we conceive the scene Of two vast solar orbs destroyed; By fearful impact changed again, Unnumbered miles beyond our ken, To leagues of blazing hydrogen.

Onward, and onward, rolled this mighty orb on its pathway through the heavens, bearing with it no animal existences, freighted with no human hopescarrying with it nothing of human destiny.

Through this chamber the dashing crinoline has wheeled the too vast orb of its fate, and left fifty years after (if we may measure the times of Heaven by the ticks of an earthly chronometer) a mark which nothing is likely to erase.

[Illustration: Bank Cashier (gazing at golden orb of day).

do you not yet perceive The wondrous sound the heavenly orbs do make With their continual motion?

The stern Earth calls thee, and the Ocean mocks; Roll thy poor sightless orbs about the sky, Through tears of blind and powerless agony; Rise!

After moving, for a long time, as one of the most brilliant orbs in the sphere of fashion, she suddenly retired, and like her morose brother, shut herself up from the world.

" They thus boldly advanced toward the spot where Frank had first sighted the blazing yellow orbs.

"The sun set" is more natural and effective than "The celestial orb that blesses our terrestrial globe with its warm and luminous rays sank to its nocturnal repose behind the western horizon."

But as the sun was sinking towards the western horizon, a cloud, 'as it were a man’s hand,' was seen to rise as if to meet the glowing orb; and, ere he sank, his rays were obscured by a heavy bank of clouds.

As for the contents,he's not married,his heart turns to the sister-friend of his youth,he yearns to look into her lustrous orbs once more,she alone, he finds, is the completion of his 'Ich'.

And thou canst bid the jarring-powers be still, Each ponderous orb, subservient to thy will!"

One of my exclamations of delight awakened the Brahmin, who quickly arose, and looking down on the resplendent orb below us, observed that we must soon begin to slacken the rapidity of our course, by throwing out ballast.

The moon was in its mouth; the moon shaped like an eye, a brilliant, glowing, wondrous orb, more intensely golden for its contrast with the ominous blackness of the serpentine cloud.

And I should have took sights of comfort viewin' the magnificent seens spread out and growin' and changin' every minute if I hadn't had to kep' one eye onto Josiah Allen all the time, or as you may say two eyes, one my own gray orb and the other the eye of my specs.

The zodiacs, the rolling orbs of heaven, Hast pictured on these walls, and all around thee In dumb, foreboding symbols hast thou placed These seven presiding Lords of Destiny For toys?

Such fearful, lurid surface-lights as all of them saw in its fierce eyes are not characteristic of the soft, brown orbs of the dog, ancient friend to man, but are ever the mark of the wild beast of the forest.

It is no good getting sevenpence an hour for your work if it does not buy so much as the "full, round orb of the docker's tanner," which Mr. John Burns saw rising over the dock gates more than twenty years ago, when he stood side by side with Ben Tillett and Tom Mann, and when Sir H. Llewellyn Smith and Mr. Vaughan Nash wrote the story of the contest.

" Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise 90 Broke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.

The dark, anxious, and stern eyes were fixed upon the mild orb, as if their owner sought to penetrate into another world, in quest of that peace which he had never known in this.

Perchance His breath Was music when He spake it into life, Adding thereby another instrument To the innumerable choral orbs Sending the tribute of their grateful praise In ceaseless anthems towards His sacred throne.

The sacred shade, amid whose fragrant bowers 175 Zamor oft sooth'd with song the evening hours, Pour'd to the lunar orb, his magic lay, More mild, more pensive than her musing ray, That shade with trembling step, the mourner sought,

The insects still hum in the sunny air, and the sun is now a genial orb whose warm rays cheer but not excoriate.