—­He
That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it;
And at the best shows but a bastard valor.
1817
MASSINGER:  Maid of Honor, Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Summer.=

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
1818
Byron:  Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 86. 1.

It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me.  All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing.
1819
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:  Summer Wind.

=Sun.=

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.
1820
SHAKS.:  King John, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
1821
JOHN DONNE:  The Sun-Rising.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched.
1822
ROBERT BROWNING:  Apparent Failure, vii.

=Sunflower.=

Light enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun’s revolving splendor!
       * * * * *
Restless sunflowers, cease to move.
1823
SHELLEY:  Tr. of “Magico Prodigioso” of Calderon, Sc. 3.

The heart that has truly lov’d never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn’d when he rose. 1824 MOORE:  Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms.

Miles and miles of gold and green
Where the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow.
1825
ROBERT BROWNING:  Lovers’ Quarrel, St. 6.

Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,
Ray round with flames her disk of seed.
1826
TENNYSON:  In Memoriam, Pt. ci., St. 2.

=Sunrise.=

When from the opening chambers of the east
The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,
The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.
1827
THOMSON:  The Morning in the Country.

’Tis morn.  Behold the kingly Day now leaps
The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand,
Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light. 
Like to a king that has regain’d his throne,
He warms his drooping subjects into joy,
That rise rejoiced to do him fealty,
And rules with pomp the universal world.
1828
JOAQUIN MILLER:  Ina, Sc. 2.

=Sunset.=

The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
1829
SHAKS.:  Richard III., Act v., Sc. 3.