Unheeded night has overcome the vales: On the dark earth the wearied vision fails; The latest lingerer of the forest train, 310 The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain; Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more, Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar; And, towering from the sullen dark-brown mere, Like a black wall, the mountain-steeps appear.

As in some chapel dear to Pan, The fair milk glimmers in the can, And, in the silence cool and white, The cream mounts through the listening night; And, all around the sleeping house, You hear the breathing of the cows, And drowsy rattle of the chain, Till lo!

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.

It glimmers on the forest tips, And through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, And makes the heart in love with night.

now a pale Uncertain beauty glimmers faint, And now the calm face of the saint With every feature re-appears, Celestial in unconscious tears!

Faces that fled me like a hunted fawn I followed singing, deeming it was Thou, Seeking this face that on our pillow now Glimmers behind thy golden hair like dawn, And, like a setting moon, within my breast Sinks down each night to rest.

" Swinging his gun on its strap across his shoulder, he lifted her in his arms, and, like a child, she was carried through the silence of the woods, all barred with blood-red glimmers from a setting sun.

Uncertain hope scarcely glimmers, nor can the termination of the struggle be divined.

Katahdin's mighty presence seemed to absorb such dreamy glimmers as float in limpid night-airs: a faint glory, a twilight of its own, clothed it.

Cancut's camp-fire now began to overpower the faint glimmers of twilight.

Henceforth, Antigua is the morning star of our nation, and though it glimmers faintly through a lurid sky, yet we hail it, and catch at every ray as the token of a bright sun which may yet burst gloriously upon us.

Henceforth, Antigua is the morning star of our nation, and though it glimmers faintly through a lurid sky, yet we hail it, and catch at every ray as the token of a bright sun which may yet burst gloriously upon us.

The scene hath changed into a curtain'd room, Where mournful glimmers of the mellow sun Lie dreaming on the walls!

By the flowing river, for all eyes to see: Here, where the platans blossom all the year, And glimmers green the olive that enshrines Rural Apollo, most august of gods.

The windows are of silvered glass, through which the light glimmers softly on the splendor within.

Above them glimmers the dawn of starlight.

It is early morning; so dark that only a bleak twilight glimmers in the square; the little streets are dim.

At the foot of the terrace glimmers and surges the city, and somewhere in the distance, on a silvery background, appears the dark outline of St. Peter's, with a shining cupola like a second moon.

As I write, I see the pale spring sunset fade between the tree-stems; the garden glimmers in the dusk; the lights peep out in the hamlet; the birds wing their way home across the calm sky-spaces.

The star of the north glimmers low through the windows, and the Serpent and the Bear crouch.

The sun swings down behind the hills, and purple darkness comes down out of the sky; the red fades from the tree-stems, the cloud-colors die away; the whole world glimmers with the fading whiteness of twilight.

It glimmers, like a meteor, and is gone.(Rogers.) To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise(Congreve.)

What do my eyes tell you of me?" Her dark eyes, fixed on mine, seemed to change, and I thought little glimmers of pure gold tinted the iris, like those marvellous restless tints in a gorgeous bubble.

Hence perhaps it comes that, every now and then, into our consciousnesses float strange odors of feeling, strange tones as of bygone affections, strange glimmers as of forgotten truths, strange mental sensations of indescribable sort and texture.

Ah, never ask of us what then we said; Ask what the glow-worm glimmers to the grasses, Or what the wavelet murmurs in its bed, Or what the west wind whispers as it passes. Ask what rich lights from carbuncles outstream, What perfumed thoughts o'er rose and violet hover But never ask what, in the moonlight's beam, The sacred flower breathed to her dead lover.