But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east. - James Thomson

But what most showed the vanity of life
Was to behold the nations all on fire.

Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.

A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.