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    When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon
    But small, appear most long and terrible.

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The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

by John Milton Found in: Sun Quotes,
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Such words fall to often on our cold and careless ears with the
triteness of long familiarity; but to read more

Such words fall to often on our cold and careless ears with the
triteness of long familiarity; but to Octavia . . . they seemed
to be written in sunbeams.

by Frederic William Farrar Found in: Sun Quotes,
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If you want a place in the sun, you've got to put up with a few blisters.

If you want a place in the sun, you've got to put up with a few blisters.

by Abigail Van Buren Found in: Sun Quotes,
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Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.

Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.

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High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.

High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.

by William Falconer Found in: Sun Quotes,
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The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
pure as before.

The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
pure as before.

by Francis Bacon Found in: Sun Quotes,
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She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of read more

She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.

by Thomas Hood Found in: Sun Quotes,
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The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.

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

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Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
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Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
At morning hours,
Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.

by Thomas Hood Found in: Sun Quotes,
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