“On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realized the new wonder; but even they hardly realized that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but of the dawn.” WorldWayFirstsEarthNightFoundHeavenChristWonderCreationGardenStonesEmptyThirdsDiedGravesEveningDawnGardenerSemblanceNew EarthDaybreak Author:Gilbert K. Chesterton
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was - but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.” KnowsYearsFirstsBookCountryWholeSpiritFoundHouseHeavenDarkViewsBuildingLowsCloudsPassingPassingsEveningDullAutumnLengthMelancholyShadeHungGlimpseGloomDrearyInsufferableHorseback Book:Tales by Edgar Allan Poe Source: Tales by Edgar Allan Poe
“And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.” WorldSoulLightDeathHeavenWishConsciousnessMountainCloudsGoldenPeacefulEveningStreamsGatheringMistWish YouRiddleEntrancesRedeemedBlessedness Author:J. G. Holland
“And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a message had reached it from heaven. And the verbena bed is compassed with fitful fragrance. Even the pansies, with their dewy eyes, are ready to rival the violets now.... Nor must the purple buds of the calycanthus be forgotten. 'Sweet-scented shrub' indeed; for let me hide but a single one of these in some fold of my dress, and the spices of Araby will float around me till the evening.” EyeSpiritHeavenReadySweetBedMessagesLet MeDressesRoseBoundsForgottenEveningBordersIntensityVioletPurpleFloatsFragranceRivalsFoldsSpicesBudPansiesShrubsSpirit Bound Author:Sarah Smiley