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Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
  In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
    The fading Alps and archipelagoes,
      And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.
      - Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Sonnet--Miracles

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
      - Philip James Bailey, Festus
         (sc. A Library and Balcony)

Now the noon,
  Wearied with sultry toil, declines and falls,
    Into the mellow eve:--the west puts on
      Her gorgeous beauties--palaces and halls,
        And towers, all carv'd of the unstable cloud,
          Welcome the calmly waning monarch--he
            Sinks gently midst that glorious canopy
              Down on his couch of rest--even like a proud
                King of the Earth--the ocean.
      - Sir John Bowring

It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded
  Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,
    Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded,
      Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still,
        With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded
          On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill
            Upon the other, and the rosy sky
              With one star sparkling through it like an eye.
      - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
        Don Juan (canto II, st. 183)

See! he sinks
  Without a word; and his ensanguined bier
    Is vacant in the west, while far and near
      Behold! each coward shadow eastward shrinks,
        Thou dost not strive, O sun, nor dost thou cry
          Amid thy cloud-built streets.
      - Rev. Frederick William Faber,
        The Rosary and Other Poems--On the Ramparts at Angouleme

The sacred lamp of day
  Now dipt in western clouds his parting day.
      - William Falconer, The Shipwreck
         (canto II, l. 27)

Oft did I wonder why the setting sun
  Should look upon us with a blushing face:
    Is't not for shame of what he hath seen done,
      Whilst in our hemisphere he ran his race?
      - Lyman Heath,
        First Century--On the Setting Sun

Sunsets in themselves are generally superior to sunrises; but with the sunset we appreciate images drawn from departed peace and faded glory.
      - George Stillman Hillard

Purple, violet, gold and white,
  Royal clouds are they;
    Catching the spear-like rays in the west--
      Lining therewith each downy nest,
        At the close of Summer day.
          Forming and breaking in the sky,
            I fancy all shapes are there;
              Temple, mountain, monument, spire;
                Ships rigged out with sails of fire,
                  And blown by the evening air.
      - J.K. Hoyt

Forming and breaking in the sky,
  I fancy all shapes are there;
    Temple, mountain, monument, spire;
      Ships rigged out with sails of fire,
        And blown by the evening air.
      - J.K. Hoyt, A Summer Sunset

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
  Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline
         (pt. I, sec. IV)

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
  Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape;
    Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
      Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline
         (pt. II, sec. II)

After a day of cloud and wind and rain
  Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
    And touching all the darksome woods with light,
      Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
        Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
          Drops down into the night.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
        Hanging of the Crane (pt. VII)

And the gilded car of day,
  His glowing axle doth allay
    In the steep Atlantic stream.
      - John Milton, Comus (l. 95)

Dipp'd in the hues of sunset, wreath'd in zones,
  The clouds are resting on their mountain-thrones;
    One peak alone exalts its glacier crest,
      A golden paradise, above the rest;
        Thither the day with lingering steps retires,
          And in its own blue element expires.
      - James Montgomery

'Tis sunset: to the firmament serene,
  The Atlantic wave reflects a gorgeous scene;
    Broad in the cloudless west a belt of gold
      Girds the blue hemisphere; above, unroll'd.
        The keen clear air grows palpable to sight,
          Imbodied in a flush of crimson light.
      - James Montgomery

Now in his Palace of the West,
  Sinking to slumber, the bright Day,
    Like a tired monarch fann'd to rest,
      'Mid the cool airs of Evening lay;
        While round his couch's golden rim
          The gaudy clouds, like courtiers, crept--
            Struggling each other's light to dim,
              And catch his last smile e'er he slept.
      - Thomas Moore, The Summer Fete (st. 22)

Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
      - Samuel Rogers, Pleasures of Memory
         (pt. I, l. 94)

Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened,
  But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed.
    The clouds o'er their summits they calmly did rest,
      And hung on the ether's invisible breast;
        Than the vapours of earth they seemed purer, more bright,--
          Oh! could they be clouds? 'Twas the necklace of night.
      - Bayard Ruskin,
        The Iteriad--Sunset at Low-Wind

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn
  Down valleys dreadly desolate;
    The lonely mountains soar in scorn
      As still as death, as stern as fate.
      - Robert William Service,
        The Land God Forgot

Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
      - William Shakespeare

When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
      - William Shakespeare

The setting sun, and music at the close,
  As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
    Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Second
         (Gaunt at II, i)

When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
  When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Third
         (Third Citizen at II, iii)

When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
  When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
    When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
      Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth.
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Third
         (Third Citizen at II, iii)

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