Now to the main the burning sun descends,
And sacred night her gloomy veil extends,
The western sun now shot a feeble ray
And faintly scatter'd the remains of day.


Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)


Now to the main the burning sun descends, And sacred night her gloomy veil extends, The western sun now shot a feeble ray And faintly scatter'd the...

Now to the main the burning sun descends, And sacred night her gloomy veil extends, The western sun now shot a feeble ray And faintly scatter'd the...

Now to the main the burning sun descends, And sacred night her gloomy veil extends, The western sun now shot a feeble ray And faintly scatter'd the...

Now to the main the burning sun descends, And sacred night her gloomy veil extends, The western sun now shot a feeble ray And faintly scatter'd the...