But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain morning/Watched those cotton candy clouds roll by/They'd know why I live beneath… — Chris LeDoux Copy Share Image
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, /… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies. — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I was born in Swindon... a place that always looked west. I found that wherever I go I love to have a… — Justin Hayward Copy Share Image
“The burnished rays of the setting sun flamed glory on the clouds of the western sky before shattering in gold and vermilion… — William Peter Blatty Copy Share Image
“The sunset was really over, but a thunderously deep stain of red still lay across the furthest limit of the western sky.… — Iain Banks Copy Share Image
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“I know that western sky. Sometimes when I'm alone painting, a blind lifts and I let my mind drift back. I remember… — Dawn Tripp Copy Share Image
Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest light cavalry… — Frank Nugent Copy Share Image
“My youthful dreams of the future were born from the gentle sadness of those evenings, far removed from the rest of life,… — Victor Pelevin Copy Share Image
Science and art may invent splendid modes of illuminating the apartments of the opulent; but these are all poor and worthless compared… — William Ellery Channing Copy Share Image
“Grand Sky/Grand Prairie Both harbor the vastness of space. One holds the space Of starlight, thunder snow, rock and icy comets, scrolls… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“The moon grew plump and pale as a peeled apple, waned into the passing nights, then showed itself again as a thin… — James Carlos Blake Copy Share Image
