Careful Words

sun (n.)

sun (v.)

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!

Where burning Sappho loved and sung.

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Eternal summer gilds them yet,

But all except their sun is set.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 1.

As she fled fast through sun and shade

The happy winds upon her play'd,

Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.

He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew

His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

John Dryden (1631-1701): On the Death of a very young Gentleman.

I gin to be aweary of the sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

Thoughts shut up want air,

And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 466.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun

Peered forth the golden window of the east.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

  When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood.

Daniel Webster (1782-1852): Second Speech on Foot's Resolution, Jan. 26, 1830. Vol. iii. p. 342.

Virtue could see to do what virtue would

By her own radiant light, though sun and moon

Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self

Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,

Where with her best nurse Contemplation

She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings,

That in the various bustle of resort

Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.

He that has light within his own clear breast

May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;

But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts

Benighted walks under the midday sun.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 373.

  To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

Robert Burton (1576-1640): Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.

Annihilating all that's made

To a green thought in a green shade.

Andrew Marvell (1620-1678): The Garden. (Translated.)

How commentators each dark passage shun,

And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97.

  Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye.

Isaac De Benserade (1612-1691): Maxim 26.

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,

With whom revenge is virtue.

Edward Young (1684-1765): The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun

Do take a sober colouring from an eye

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.

The meanest floweret of the vale,

The simplest note that swells the gale,

The common sun, the air, the skies,

To him are opening paradise.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 53.

Courses even with the sun

Doth her mighty brother run.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): The Gipsies Metamorphosed.

Like our shadows,

Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 661.

As is the bud bit with an envious worm

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Small service is true service while it lasts.

Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,

Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To a Child. Written in her Album.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

From morn

To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,—

A summer's day; and with the setting sun

Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742.

Dry sun, dry wind;

Safe bind, safe find.

Thomas Tusser (Circa 1515-1580): Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Washing.

Fair daffadills, we weep to see

You haste away so soon:

As yet the early rising sun

Has not attained his noon.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674): To Daffadills.

  Let us not wonder if something happens which never was before, or if something doth not appear among us with which the ancients were acquainted.

Plutarch (46(?)-120(?) a d): Symposiacs. Book viii. Question ix.

  Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.

New Testament: Ephesians iv. 26.

A narrow compass! and yet there

Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;

Give me but what this riband bound,

Take all the rest the sun goes round.

Edmund Waller (1605-1687): On a Girdle.

All plumed like estridges that with the wind

Baited like eagles having lately bathed;

Glittering in golden coats, like images;

As full of spirit as the month of May,

And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I'm weary of conjectures,—this must end 'em.

Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,

My bane and antidote, are both before me:

This in a moment brings me to an end;

But this informs me I shall never die.

The soul, secured in her existence, smiles

At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself

Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;

But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,

Unhurt amidst the war of elements,

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Cato. Act v. Sc. 1.

Till the sun grows cold,

And the stars are old,

And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.

Bayard Taylor (1825-1878): Bedouin Song.

As half in shade and half in sun

This world along its path advances,

May that side the sun's upon

Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Peace be around Thee.

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,

The sun has left the lea.

The orange flower perfumes the bower,

The breeze is on the sea.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Quentin Durward. Chap. iv.

The hills,

Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878): Thanatopsis.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place

(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,

Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,

Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close,

And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven

Cries out, "Where is it?"

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Fears in Solitude.

Innumerable as the stars of night,

Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun

Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745.

But when the sun in all his state

Illumed the eastern skies,

She passed through Glory's morning-gate,

And walked in Paradise.

James Aldrich (1810-1856): A Death-Bed.

  We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and parting day linger and play on its summit!

Daniel Webster (1782-1852): Address on laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument, 1825. P. 62.

The richest monarch in the Christian world;

The sun in my own dominions never sets.

Schiller (1759-1805): Don Carlos. Act i. Sc. 6.

  Knowledge, in truth, is the great sun in the firmament. Life and power are scattered with all its beams.

Daniel Webster (1782-1852): Address on laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument, 1825. Vol. i. p. 74.

The sun had long since in the lap

Of Thetis taken out his nap,

And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn

From black to red began to turn.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29.

Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

  Let me leap out of the frying-pan into the fire; or, out of God's blessing into the warm sun.

Miguel De Cervantes (1547-1616): Don Quixote. Part i. Book iii. Chap. iv.

I 'll example you with thievery:

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction

Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,

And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;

The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves

The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,

That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen

From general excrement: each thing's a thief.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Let others hail the rising sun:

I bow to that whose course is run.

David Garrick (1716-1779): On the Death of Mr. Pelham.

Mislike me not for my complexion,

The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The dews of the evening most carefully shun,—

Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

Earl Of Chesterfield (1694-1773): Advice to a Lady in Autumn.

I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun,

Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.

George Chapman (1557-1634): All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1.

Count that day lost whose low descending sun

Views from thy hand no worthy action done.

Author unknown.

Mightier far

Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway

Of magic potent over sun and star,

Is Love, though oft to agony distrest,

And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Laodamia.

  Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.

Plutarch (46(?)-120(?) a d): Life of Pompey.

To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.

Henry Fielding (1707-1754): Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Princess. Part iv. Line 1.

Why should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in the Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we have conquered for our king?—Captain John Smith: Advertisements for the Unexperienced, &c. (Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll., Third Series, vol. iii. p. 49).

The richest monarch in the Christian world;

The sun in my own dominions never sets.

Schiller (1759-1805): Don Carlos. Act i. Sc. 6.

  There is no new thing under the sun.

Old Testament: Ecclesiastes i. 9.

No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon,

No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day,

 .   .   .   .   .

No road, no street, no t' other side the way,

 .   .   .   .   .

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): November.

  When a man reproached him for going into unclean places, he said, "The sun too penetrates into privies, but is not polluted by them."

Diogenes Laertius (Circa 200 a d): Diogenes. vi.

Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,

His honour and the greatness of his name

Shall be, and make new nations.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.

  But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.

Old Testament: Malachi iv. 2.

Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York,

And all the clouds that loured upon our house

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,

Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;

And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;

I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,

Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time

Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,

And that so lamely and unfashionable

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,—

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,

Have no delight to pass away the time,

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25.

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

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Advancement of Learning. Book ii.

When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night,

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

With thee conversing I forget all time,

All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun

When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,

Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

After soft showers; and sweet the coming on

Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night

With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:

But neither breath of morn when she ascends

With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun

On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,

Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,

Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night

With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon

Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639.

  Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun.

Old Testament: Ecclesiastes xi. 7.

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

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Advancement of Learning. Book ii.

Have you found your life distasteful?

My life did, and does, smack sweet.

Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?

Mine I saved and hold complete.

Do your joys with age diminish?

When mine fail me, I 'll complain.

Must in death your daylight finish?

My sun sets to rise again.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): At the "Mermaid." Stanza 10.

The setting sun, and music at the close,

As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,

Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

  He [Tiberius] upbraided Macro, in no obscure and indirect terms, "with forsaking the setting sun and turning to the rising."

Tacitus (54-119 a d): Annales. vi. 52 (46).

  The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

Old Testament: Psalm cxxi. 6.

Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,

Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,

With here and there a violet bestrewn,

Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;

And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

James Beattie (1735-1803): The Minstrel. Book ii. Stanza 17.

  Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

When the sunne shineth, make hay.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

  Let us make hay while the sun shines.

Miguel De Cervantes (1547-1616): Don Quixote. Part i. Book iii. Chap. xi.

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

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Advancement of Learning. Book ii.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.

I 'll example you with thievery:

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction

Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,

And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;

The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves

The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,

That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen

From general excrement: each thing's a thief.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun

And the free maids that weave their thread with bones

Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,

And dallies with the innocence of love,

Like the old age.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

  Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun.

Robert Burton (1576-1640): Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.

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.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): Ruth.

Oh, rather give me commentators plain,

Who with no deep researches vex the brain;

Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,

And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.

George Crabbe (1754-1832): The Parish Register. Part i. Introduction.

As half in shade and half in sun

This world along its path advances,

May that side the sun's upon

Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Peace be around Thee.

I saw two clouds at morning

Tinged by the rising sun,

And in the dawn they floated on

And mingled into one.

John G. C. Brainard (1795-1828): I saw Two Clouds at Morning.

The sun to me is dark

And silent as the moon,

When she deserts the night

Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

John Milton (1608-1674): Samson Agonistes. Line 86.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,

To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

William Congreve (1670-1729): Letter to Cobham.

And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ,

And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.

True as the dial to the sun,

Although it be not shin'd upon.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175.

True as the needle to the pole,

Or as the dial to the sun.

Barton Booth (1681-1733): Song.

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

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Advancement of Learning. Book ii.

Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 2275.

Her feet beneath her petticoat

Like little mice stole in and out,

As if they feared the light;

But oh, she dances such a way!

No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.

Sir John Suckling (1609-1641): Ballad upon a Wedding.

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25.

  Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Virtue could see to do what virtue would

By her own radiant light, though sun and moon

Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self

Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,

Where with her best nurse Contemplation

She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings,

That in the various bustle of resort

Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.

He that has light within his own clear breast

May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;

But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts

Benighted walks under the midday sun.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 373.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,

Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271.

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,

Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

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

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Advancement of Learning. Book ii.

It's wiser being good than bad;

It's safer being meek than fierce;

It's fitter being sane than mad.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce

The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;

That after Last returns the First,

Though a wide compass round be fetched;

That what began best can't end worst,

Nor what God blessed once prove accurst.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Apparent Failure. vii.

From morn

To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,—

A summer's day; and with the setting sun

Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742.

Without the smile from partial beauty won,

Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 21.