Proud
Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night., And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.
The road from the north curved a little to the east just there, and the road from the west swung out a little to the south; so that the grave, with its tall red grass that was never mowed, was like a little island; and at twilight, under a new moon or the clear
evening star, the dusty roads used to look like soft grey rivers flowing past it.
This disquieting apparition was stretching out its arms toward the west, as if in supplication for the
evening star, which, certainly, was an alluring object, though obviously out of reach.
On the neck lay a pale reflection like moonlight; the same faint lustre touched the train of thin clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the
Evening Star.
The two halted, the nearer to us standing and facing Sun- bury, the remoter being a grey indistinctness towards the
evening star, away towards Staines.
Every time she retired to her citadel of dreams she came forth radiant and refreshed, as one who has seen the
evening star, or heard sweet music, or smelled the rose of joy.
But you, my dear Frankenstein, wherefore are you desponding and sorrowful!" In truth, I was occupied by gloomy thoughts and neither saw the descent of the
evening star nor the golden sunrise reflected in the Rhine.
Westward I saw the zodiacal light mingling with the yellow brilliance of the
evening star. The coast fell away from me to the east, and westward it was hidden by the shoulder of the cape.
In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of "faery lands forlorn," where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the
evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart's Desire.
Afar in the southwest was the great shimmering, pearl-like sparkle of an
evening star in a sky that was pale golden and ethereal rose over gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce.
Indeed this was all they saw of the globe lost in the solar world, rising and setting to the great planets like a simple morning or
evening star! This globe, where they had left all their affections, was nothing more than a fugitive crescent!
A telescope stood in the yard, with its huge barrel canted up toward the lustrous
evening star. The long porch of the hotel was populous with tourists, who sat in shawls and wraps under the vast overshadowing bulk of Mont Blanc, and gossiped or meditated.