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SHAKESPEARE'S SUNSETS. 
 
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 The wing of night o'crsprcacU fhc oartli. 
 
 I. The silent hours steal on. 
 
 II. The sun with purple-eoloui'd face. 
 
 III. What envious streaks. 
 
 IV. The misty niniintaiu tops. 
 V. The •rrey-eyed morn smiles. 
 
 VI. The jrlow-worm shows the matin to he near. 
 
 VII. Kissing with golden face the meadows green. 
 
 \'III. The morn in russet mantle clad. 
 
 IX. Yon high eastward hill. 
 
 X. The gentle day dapples the drowsy east. 
 
 Frnntis. 
 
ILL USTRA TIONS. 
 
 XI. The golden sun salutes the morn. 
 
 XII. Gilding the ocean with his beams. 
 
 XIII. The day begins to break. 
 
 XIV. The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn. 
 
 XV. With his lofty and shrill-sounding throat awake the god of day 
 
 XVI. The sun begins to gild the western sky. 
 
 XVII. 'Tis sable night. 
 
 XVIII. With their slow and flagging wings. 
 
 XIX. Day is crept into the bosom of the sea. 
 
 XX. The glorious sun stays in his course. 
 
 XXI. Signal of a goodly day to-morrow. 
 
 XXII. The weary sun hath made a golden set. 
 
 XXIII. The sun of heaven was loath to set. 
 
 XXIV. Good things of day begin to drowse. 
 XXV. The sun begins to set. 
 
 XXVI. The owl giv'st the good night. 
 
 XXVII. Dark night. 
 
 XXVIII. The midnight bell, with his iron tongue. 
 

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For look, the unfolding star calls up the shepherd. 
 
 Meastire for Measure. 
 
 The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team 
 Begins his golden progress in the east. 
 
 King Henry IV. 
 
 — Yon lines 
 That fret the clouds are messengers of day. 
 
 Julius Ciisar. 
 
The silent hours steal on, 
 And flaky darkness breaks within 
 the east. 
 
 Kinz Richard III. 
 

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This battle fares like to the morning's war, 
 Wlien dying clouds contend with growing light, 
 Wliat time the shepherd, blowing of his nails. 
 Can neither call it perfect day nor night. 
 
 A'iiij^ Henry I' I. 
 
 And when the morning sun shall raise his car 
 Above the border of this horizon, — 
 
 King Hc7iyy VI. 
 
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 Even as the sun with purple -colour 'd face 
 
 Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, — 
 
 / 'eitus and Ai/onis. 
 
— what envious streaks 
 Do lace the severing: clouds in yonder 
 east : 
 mi Night's candles are burnt out, and 
 
 VTv^«^- jocund day 
 
 " \-^l//jj Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain 
 tops. 
 
 Romeo and Juliet. 
 
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How bloodily the sun begins to peer 
 Above yon busky hill ! the day looks pale 
 At his distemperatiire. 
 
 The southern wind 
 Doth play a trumpet to his purposes, 
 And by his hollow whistling in the leaves 
 Foretells a tempest and a blustering day. 
 
 King Henry IV'. 
 
 The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, 
 Checquering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, 
 And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels 
 From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels ; 
 
 Romeo and Juliet. 
 


 
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See how the morning opes her golden gates, 
 And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! 
 How well resembles it the prime of youth, 
 Trimnrd like a younker prancing to his love ! 
 
 King licit ry I" I. 
 
 
 Full many a glorious morning have I seen 
 Flatter the mour.tain-tops with sovereign eye, 
 Kissing with golden face the meadows green. 
 Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; 
 
 Sonnets. 
 
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, 
 Walks o'er the dew of yon high 
 eastward hill : 
 
 Hamlet. 
 

 — and look, the gentle day, 
 Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about 
 Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. 
 
 Much Ado about Nothing. 
 
 For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, 
 And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ; 
 
 .'/ Midsunniter jV/'ght^s Dream. 
 
 — the worshipp'd sun 
 Peer'd forth the golden window of the east. 
 
 Romeo and Juliet. 
 

 As when the golden sun salutes the morn. 
 And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, 
 Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach. 
 And overlooks the highest -peering hills ; 
 
 ji Titus Androniacs. 
 
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Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest. 
 
 From his moist cabinet mounts up on high. 
 
 And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast 
 
 The sun ariseth in his majesty ; 
 
 Who doth the world so gloriously behold 
 
 That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish 'd gold. 
 
 Vetius and Adonis. 
 
 The day begins to break, and night is fled, 
 Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. 
 
 A 7;/;'- Hcury VI. 
 
 The early village-cock 
 Hath twice done salutation to the morn ; 
 
 Kinr Kkluird III- 
 

 The cock, tliat is the trumpet of the morn, 
 Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding 
 throat 
 
 Awake the god of day : 
 
 Hamlet. 
 
 

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 Look how the floor of heaven 
 Is thick inlaid with platines of bright gold : 
 There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st 
 But in his motion like an angel sings, 
 Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; 
 Such harmony is in immortal souls ; 
 
 T/w JMcicliant of Venice. 
 
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 Thf SLin begins to gild the western slcy. 
 
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Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, 
 His day's hot task hath ended in the west ; 
 
 Venus and Adonis. 
 
 
 'Tis sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear, 
 Upon the world dim darkness doth display, 
 And in her vanity prison stows the Day. 
 
 Sonnets. 
 
The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful da}- 
 Is crept into the bosom of the sea ; 
 ^, And now loud-howlins,' wolves arouse the 
 fg jades 
 
 '' H, That drag the tragic melanchol_y night ; 
 'I ill Who, with their drowsy, slow and tlag- 
 / ging wings, 
 
 Clip dead men's graves and from their 
 
 misty jaws 
 Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. 
 
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 To solemnize this day the glorious sun 
 Stays in his course and plays the alchemist, 
 Turning with splendour of his precious eye 
 The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold : 
 
 King John. 
 
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 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 
 
 » A'/r/p' Richard III. 
 
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But even this night, whose black contagious breath 
 Already smokes about the burning crest 
 Of the old, feeble and day-wearied sun : 
 
 K'hig John, 
 
 The sun of heaven methought was loath to set, 
 But stay'd and made the western welkin blush. 
 
 Kiiii^ John. 
 
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Light thickens ; and the crow 
 Makes wing to the rooky wood : 
 Good tilings of day begin to droop and 
 drowse ; 
 
 Wliile night's black agents to their 
 preys do rouse. 
 
 Macbeth. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Look how the sun beg:ins to set ; 
 How ugly night comes breathing- at his heels : 
 Even with the vail and darking of the sun. 
 
 Troilus and Crcssida. 
 
 The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth. 
 
 Troilus ami Cressida. 
 
Hark ! peace ! 
 It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, 
 
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 viL'/v^feT^ Which giv'st the stern'st good -night 
 
 Macbeth. 
 
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Dark night, tliat from the eye his function taices, 
 The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; 
 Wherein it doth impair tlie seeing sense. 
 It pays the hearing double recompense. 
 
 A Midsiintmer Nis^Iifs Dreufii. 
 

 The midnight hell 
 Did, with his iron tongue and brazen 
 mouth, 
 
 Sound one unto the 
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 King John. 
 
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