John Milton Sun Quotations

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would / By her own radiant light, though sun and moon / Were in the flat sea sunk.

The sun to me is dark / And silent as the moon, / When she deserts the night / Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

Right against the eastern gate, / Where the great sun begins his state.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.

So when the sun in bed, / Curtained with cloudy red, / Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.