Each strand of her hair Is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue Is always occupied By the milk of the sun
Devendra Banhart
Patient, dramatic, serious, genial, From over to over the game goes on, Weaving a pattern of hardy perennial, Civilisation under the sun.
Gerald Bullett
The rainy night when I am standing wearing armor with sword and shield in my hand and looking again and again towards the eastern horizon, waiting for sun to rise so that I could start the battle.
al-Walid, Khalid ibn
See the clear sun, the world's bright eye, In at our window peeping; Lo, how he blusheth to espy Us idle wenches sleeping!
Thomas Bateson
The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.
Henry Ward Beecher
Our glories float between the earth and heaven Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.
Edward George Earl Bulwer Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
That he, in his developed manhood, stood A little sunburnt by the glare of life; While I . . it seemed no sun had shone on me.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning