I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The night folded around them with a sweetness and poignancy heightened by the new pale stars that prickled silver fire in the… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still… — Olivia Howard Dunbar Copy Share Image
The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
