was all the maiden said, As she streamed her golden tresses through the half-unkneaden bread, While the sunset light came sheening athwart the oaken floor, And the Headsman chanted his roundelay at the soul-beshriven door.

October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

To walk amid these upright, branching casks of purple wine, which retain and diffuse a sunset glow, tasting each one with your eye, instead of counting the pipes on a London dock, what a privilege!

Nay, fold your arms, beloved Friends, Above the hearts that vainly beat! Or catch the rainbow where it bends, And find your darling at its feet; Or fix the fountain's varying shape, The sunset-cloud's elusive dye, The speech of winds that round the cape Make music to the sea and sky: So may you summon from the air

There were still a good many people watching the game, for it was pleasant in those old-world gardens in the sunset hour.

But hereupon the young knight made answer none and fell into a reverie and Beltane also, what time they rode by murmuring rills, through swampy hollows, past brake and briar, until, as evening began to fall, they came unto a broad, slow-moving stream whose waters, aglow with sunset glory, split asunder the greeny gloom of trees, most pleasant to behold.

Glowing in golden sunset tints of joy, But o'er the sooth'd ... Only in the edition of 1793.]

It was most amusing to see them as the time approached for the sunset gun to be fired.

After reaching the summit I had time to make only a hasty survey of the basin, now glowing in the sunset gold, before hastening down into one of the tributary cañons in search, of water.

Kitty Grant had laughed that morning when Laura had told her that she was to go to Esther's at four o'clock and leave at six, that she might be in time for her own dinner hour,had laughed and said, "Oh, a regular 'four-to-six,'a sunset tea!

We mounted to the flat roof, and watched the sunset fade from the beautiful landscape.

She stole into it, as she had stolen into it in the happy sunset-time so long agowhy!

Sunset salad book with hors d'oeuvres and canapes.

The vanquished light fights bravely to these crags To perish glorious in the sunset fire; Even as our hunted Cause so pressed and torn In Syrian valleys, and the trampled marge Of consecrated streams, displays at last Its narrowing glories from these steadfast walls.

The sunset colours are fading into the deep blue of the Indian night, and the faithful are being called to prayer.

Thus, like the rosy sunset hues, Fade fancy's pictures from the soul, The light that youth's fair skies imbued, Is merged in clouds that o'er us roll.

~Evening on the Campus.~ Behind a screen of western hills The sunset color fades to-night; Along the arching corridors Long shadows steal with footsteps light.

How mildly on the wandering cloud, The sunset beam is cast, 'Tis like the mem'ry left behind, When loved ones breathe their last.

But the brown hue of health had not returned On his thin face; although a keener fire Burned in his larger eyes; and in his cheek The mounting blood glowed radiant (summoning force, Sometimes, unbidden) with a sunset red.

Now, in their sunset home on Libya's heel, Phoenicia's sons unwonted chillness feel: Now, with his targe of willow at his breast, The Syracusan bears his spear in rest, Amongst these Hiero arms him for the war, Eager to fight as warriors fought of yore; The plumes float darkling o'er his helmèd brow.

Your feet are rosy-red with the glow of my heart's desire, Gleaner of my sunset songs!

As the old woman and young girl emerged from the dark-vaulted passage that led them down through the rocks on which the convent stood to the sea at its base, the light of a most glorious sunset burst upon them, in all those strange and magical mysteries of light which any one who has walked that beach of Sorrento at evening will never forget.

The sunset-gleam Fires love's torch for me and you.

Hence many sighed, as they watched the tide Glide out to the sunset sea, And longed to go with its gentle flow To where they hoped might be A realm of peace, where sorrows cease, And souls from pain are free.

It recurred to her again, as she followed the mother and daughter up to the little third-story room, to see the beautiful sunset effects.