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• The Oasis of Sidi Khaled

  How the earth burns! Each pebble under foot
  Is as a living thing with power to wound.
  The white sand quivers, and the footfall mute …

  Wilfred Scawen Blunt

• A Midsummer’s Noon in the Australian Forest

  Not a sound disturbs the air,
  There is quiet everywhere;
  Over plains and over woods …

  Charles Harpur

• Noontide

  Beneath a shivering canopy reclined,
  Of aspen-leaves that wave without a wind,
  I love to lie, when lulling breezes stir …

  John Leyden

• A Summer Noon

  Who has not dreamed a world of bliss
  On a bright sunny noon like this,
  Couched by his native brook’s green maze, …

  William Howitt

• “The midges dance aboon the burn”

  The Midges dance aboon the burn;
  The dews begin to fa’;
  The pairtricks down the rushy holm …

  Robert Tannahill

• Sunset

  From “Queen Mab”
  IF solitude hath ever led thy steps
  To the wild ocean’s echoing shore, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Fancy in Nubibus

  O, It is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
  Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
  To make the shifting clouds be what you please, …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• “Day is Dying”

  From “The Spanish Gypsy”
  DAY is dying! Float, O song,
  Down the westward river, …

  George Eliot

• The End of the Day

  I Hear the bells at eventide
  Peal softly one by one,
  Near and far off they break and glide; …

  Duncan Campbell Scott

• A Twilight Fancy

  I Sit here and the earth is wrapped in snow,
  And the cold air is thick with falling night:
  I think of the still, dewy summer eves, …

  Dora Read Goodale

• To the Evening Star

  Star that bringest home the bee,
  And sett’st the weary laborer free!
  If any star shed peace, ’t is thou, …

  Thomas Campbell

• Moonlight on the Prairie

  From “Evangeline”
  BEAUTIFUL was the night. Behind the black wall of the forest,
  Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the river …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• To Delia

  Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
  Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:
  Relieve my languish and restore the light; …

  Samuel Daniel

• The Camp at Night

  From the Greek by George Chapman
  From “The Iliad,” Book VIII.
  THE WINDS transferred into the friendly sky …

  Homer

• “In the wide awe and wisdom of the night”

  In the wide awe and wisdom of the night
  I saw the round world rolling on its way,
  Beyond significance of depth or height, …

  Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

• “When the hounds of spring”

  When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces,
  The mother of months in meadow or plain
  Fills the shadows and windy places …

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

• “Spring, the sweet spring”

  Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king;
  Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
  Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, …

  Thomas Nashe

• Return of Spring

  From the French by Henry F. Cary
  GOD shield ye, heralds of the spring!
  Ye faithful swallows, fleet of wing, …

  Pierre de Ronsard

• Summer Longings

  AH! my heart is weary waiting,
  Waiting for the May,—
  Waiting for the pleasant rambles …

  Denis Florence Mac Carthy

• “Sweetly breathing, vernal air”

  Sweetly breathing, vernal air,
  That with kind warmth doth repair
  Winter’s ruins; from whose breast …

  Thomas Carew

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