1 I waited here all the night till the sun rose, but I saw nothing.
2 The air was clear, and the sun bright, and there was a cool breeze.
3 The sun that rose on our sorrow this morning guards us in its course.
4 By this time the sun had risen, and we were all in the full light of day.
5 I reached him just as the sun was going down, and from his window saw the red disc sink.
6 To-day is a grey day, and the sun as I write is hidden in thick clouds, high over Kettleness.
7 I come with you so far as Piccadilly and there dine, for I must be back here before the sun set.
8 Our visit to the hospital took more time than we had reckoned on, and the sun had dipped before we came out.
9 Of this I am sure: the sun rises to-day on no more miserable house in all the great round of its daily course.
10 Outside the air was sweet, the sun shone, and the birds sang, and it seemed as if all nature were tuned to a different pitch.
11 As we wound on our endless way, and the sun sank lower and lower behind us, the shadows of the evening began to creep round us.
12 Here and there seemed mighty rifts in the mountains, through which, as the sun began to sink, we saw now and again the white gleam of falling water.
13 Even Mina must have felt its exhaustion, for though I slept till the sun was high, I was awake before her, and had to call two or three times before she awoke.
14 When the sun grew so high this morning that it struck the top of the great gateway opposite my window, the high spot which it touched seemed to me as if the dove from the ark had lighted there.
15 The setting sun, low down in the sky, was just dropping behind Kettleness; the red light was thrown over on the East Cliff and the old abbey, and seemed to bathe everything in a beautiful rosy glow.
16 Lucy lies in the tomb of her kin, a lordly death-house in a lonely churchyard, away from teeming London; where the air is fresh, and the sun rises over Hampstead Hill, and where wild flowers grow of their own accord.
17 Right and left of us they towered, with the afternoon sun falling full upon them and bringing out all the glorious colours of this beautiful range, deep blue and purple in the shadows of the peaks, green and brown where grass and rock mingled, and an endless perspective of jagged rock and pointed crags, till these were themselves lost in the distance, where the snowy peaks rose grandly.
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