44. When comes still evening on, and twilight gray Hath in her sober livery all things clad, Silence accompanying. MILTON--_Paradise Lost_. 45. When calm the grateful air, and loth to lose Day's grateful warmth, though moist with falling dews; Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; Look up a second time, and one by one You mark them twinkle out, with silvery light, And wonder how they could elude your sight. WORDSWORTH. 46. When your fire, with dim unequal light, Just glimmering, bids each shadowy image fall Sombrous and strange upon the darkening wall, Ere the clear taper chase the deepening night. W. L. BOWLES. 47. When the sun's broad orb Seems resting on the burnish'd wave, And lines Of purple gold hang motionless, Above the _sinking sphere_. SHELLEY. 48. _Morn_ breaking in the east. When purple clouds Are putting on their gold and violet, To look the meeter for the sun's bright coming. N. P. WILLIS. 49. When the day In golden slumber sinks, with accent sweet _Mild evening_ comes, to lure the willing feet With her to stray, Where'er the bashful flowers the observant eye may greet. H. PICKERING. 50. The light of _midnight_ skies When the red meteor rides the cloud. MISS LANDON. 51. When at _noon_, High on his throne, the visible lord of light Rides in his fullest blaze, and dashes wide Thick flashes from his wheels _J. G. Percival._ 52. _Night_ on the waves, when the moon is on high, Hung like a gem on the brow of the sky, Treading its depths in the power of her might, And turning the clouds as they pass her to light. J. K. HERVEY. 53. When yonder _western throng of clouds_ _Retiring_ from the sky, So calmly move, so softly glow, They seem, to fancy's eye, Bright creatures of a better sphere, Come down at noon to worship here, And from their sacrifice of love Returning to their courts above. G. D. PRENTICE. 54. When the _moon_, her lids unclosing, deigns To smile serenely on the charmed sea, That shines, as if inlaid with lightning chains, From which it hardly struggled to be free. EPES SARGENT.