Over the chain of giant peaks The great
red sun goes down, And in the stealthy floods of night The distant valleys drown.
Yet perhaps I may be able once more to see the round
red sun before he entirely disappears.
When the smoky clouds hung low in the west and the
red sun went down behind them, leaving a pink flush on the snowy roofs and the blue drifts, then the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: `This is reality, whether you like it or not.
All this Alleyne listened to, until the dark keep of Twynham towered above them in the gloaming, and they saw the
red sun lying athwart the rippling Avon.
I searched in vain until the upper rim of the great
red sun was just disappearing behind the horizon and then I spied the ugly head of Woola peering from a second- story window on the opposite side of the very street where I was quartered, but nearer the plaza.
Merry was the feast and long; and when it was over they gathered around the cheer of the red hearth flame and Captain Jim told them stories until the
red sun swung low over Four Winds Harbor, and the long blue shadows of the Lombardies fell across the snow in the lane.
A
red sun stood over the grey rim of the fields, behind trees that looked black and brittle.
One evening I was sitting on the ground in front of the little tent I had with me, chewing the last leg of a miserable fowl I had bought from a native for a bit of cloth worth twenty fowls, and staring at the hot
red sun sinking down over the desert, when suddenly I saw a figure, apparently that of a European, for it wore a coat, on the slope of the rising ground opposite to me, about three hundred yards away.
Raised above our heads upon the sky-line, it loomed up against the
red sun, triumphantly big, enor- mous, like a chariot of giants drawn by two slow- stepping steeds of legendary proportions.
There was the
red sun, on the low level of the shore, in a purple haze, fast deepening into black; and there was the solitary flat marsh; and far away there were the rising grounds, between which and us there seemed to be no life, save here and there in the foreground a melancholy gull.
Crossing the bridge, he gazed quietly and calmly at the Neva, at the glowing
red sun setting in the glowing sky.
And when the day broke, and the glorious red sun--the
RED sun, father?'
