History (play)The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.William Shakespeare1595★ 4.7
Poem · Narrative poem · Epic poem · Religious literatureWith the color that paints the morning and evening clouds that face the sun I saw then the whole heaven suffused.Dante AlighieriParadiso · 1321★ 4.0
PoemSo sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled Ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.John Milton1638★ 3.6
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