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Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

by John Greenleaf Whittier Found in: Sky Quotes,
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Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.

Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.

by James Thomson (1) Found in: Sky Quotes,
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A sky full of silent suns.

A sky full of silent suns.

by Jean Paul Richter Found in: Sky Quotes,
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Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt
from the blue.)
[Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt read more

Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt
from the blue.)
[Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt plura sereno.]

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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!

by Emily Dickinson Found in: Sky Quotes,
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The moon has set
In a bank of jet
That fringes the Western sky,
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The moon has set
In a bank of jet
That fringes the Western sky,
The pleiads seven
Have sunk from heaven
And the midnight hurries by;
My hopes are flown
And, alas! alone
On my weary couch I lie.

by Sappho Found in: Sky Quotes,
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I go back to those who say: what if the heavens fall?
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I go back to those who say: what if the heavens fall?
[Lat., Redeo ad illes qui aiunt: quid si coelum ruat?]

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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

by Thomas Hood Found in: Sky Quotes,
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I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it read more

I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof
fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a
foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.

by William Shakespeare Found in: Sky Quotes,
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