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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Sun

God’s lidless eye!

O sun! of this great world both eye and soul.

He maketh His sun to rise on the evil and on the good.

Shines upon all men with impartial light.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

Her sun is gone down while it is yet day.

Suns are sunflowers of a higher light.

That orbed continent, the fire that severs day from night.

The sun, God’s crest upon His azure shield, the heavens.

The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.

High in his chariot glowed the lamp of day.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun.

The sun, reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores, is unpolluted in his beam.

But yonder comes the powerful king of day rejoicing in the east.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, is Nature’s eye.

Let others hail the rising sun; I bow to that whose course is run.

The sun was set, and Vesper, to supply his absent beams, had lighted up the sky.

All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.

He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, and darts his light through every guilty hole.

The sun stands, at midnight, blood-red, on the mountains of the North.

In the warm shadow of her loveliness he kissed her with his beams.

The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

The very dead creation from thy touch assumes a mimic life.

A sunbeam passes through pollution unpolluted.

The downward sun looks out effulgent from amid the flash of broken clouds.

He from our sight, retires awhile, and then rises and shines o’er all the world again.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.

The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.

In his east the glorious lamp was seen, regent of the day; and all the horizon round, invested with bright rays.

The radiant sun sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is he set so high for show alone.

Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, and with unwearied swiftness move to form the circles of our years.

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.

When the sun shines on you, you see your friends. It requires sunshine to be seen by them to advantage!

“If that is not God,” said Mirabeau, as the sun shone into his death-chamber, “it is at least his cousin-german.”

Though the sun scorches us sometimes, and gives us the headache, we do not refuse to acknowledge that we stand in need of his warmth.

The glorious sun stays in his course, and plays the alchemist, turning with splendor of his precious eye the meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.

The sun, which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it. And there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.

Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave: but thou thyself movest alone.

The glorious sun—the centre and soul of our system—the lamp that lights it,—the fire that heats it,—the magnet that guides and controls it;—the fountain of colour, which gives its azure to the sky, its verdure to the fields, its rainbow-hues to the gay world of flowers and the purple light of love to the marble cheek of youth and beauty.

More joyful eyes look at the setting than at the rising sun. Burdens are laid down by the poor, whom the sun consoles more than the rich. No star and no moon announce the rising sun; and does not the setting sun, like a lover, leave behind his image in the moon? I yearn towards him when he sets, not when he rises.