STARS STARS
Hither, as to their fountain, other stars
Repairing in their golden urns draw light,
And hence the morning planet gilds her horns.
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. VII. L. 577.
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east.
| author = Milton
| work = Song on May Morning.
Stars are the Daisies that begem
The blue fields of the sky,
Beheld by all, and everywhere,
Bright prototypes on high.
Mora—The Daisy. St. 5.
| seealso = (See also Longfellow)
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| text = The quenchless stars, so eloquently bright,
Untroubled sentries of the shadow'y night.
Montgomery—Omnipresence of the Deity.
| seealso = (See also Lee)
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| text = <poem>But soon, the prospect clearing,
By cloudless starlight on he treads
And thinks no lamp so cheering
As that light which Heaven sheds.
Moore—I'd Mourn the Hopes.
The stars stand sentinel by night.
John Norris.
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| text = <poem>And the day star arise in your hearts.
II. Peter I. 19.
Would that I were the heaven, that I might be
All full of love-lit eyes to gaze on thee.
Plato^-To Stella. In Anthologia Palat. Vol.
V. P. 317.
| seealso = (See also Coleridge)
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| text = <poem>Led by the light of the Mseonian star.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Criticism. Pt. III. L. 89.
Ye little stars, hide your diminish'd rays.
| author = Pope
| work = Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 282.
| seealso = (See also Milton)
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| text = <poem>Starry Crowns of Heaven
Set in' azure night!
Linger yet a little
Ere you hide your light:—
Nay; let Starlight fade away,
Heralding the day!
Adelaide A. Procter—Give Place.
No star is ever lost we once have seen,
We always may be what we might have been.
Adelaide A. Procter—Legend of Provence.
One naked star has waded through
The purple shallows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light.
James Wbttcomb Riley—The Beetle.
Thus some who have the Stars survey'd
Are ignorantly led
To think those glorious Lamps were made
To light Tom Fool to bed.
Nicholas Rowe—Song on a Fine Woman
Who Had a Dull Husband.
Hesperus bringing together •
All that the morning star scattered.—
Sappho. XIV. Trans., by Bliss Carman.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.
Scott—Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto III.
St. 24.
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| text = Non est ad astra mollis e terris via.—
There is no easy way to the stars from the
earth.
Seneca—Hercules Furens. Act II. 437.
Same idea in Usener—Scholia. Lucan. I.
300. PRtroENTius—Cathem. 10. 92.
Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth.
Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 105.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 65.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
They are all fire and every one doth shine,
But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
Julius C&sar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 63.
The stars above us govern our conditions.
King Lear. Act rV. Sc. 3. L. 35.
The unfolding star calls up the shepherd.
Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 58.
("Pattens" in Folio.)
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These blessed candles of the night.
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 220.
O that my spirit were yon heaven of night,
Which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes.
Shelley—Revolt of Islam. IV. 36.
| seealso = (See also Colerddge)
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| text = <poem>He that strives to touch a star,
Oft stumbles at a straw.
Spenser—Shepherd's Calendar. July.
Clamorem ad sidera mittunt.
They send their shout to the stars.
STATras—Thebais. XII. 521.
