So at least they are commonly called, and these names are not inappropriate; for the breaking of the day and the approach of night are metaphors for many transient conditions of the soul.

It is only as allegories in a large sense, comprehending both the physical and intellectual order, and capable of various interpretation, that any of these statues can be understood.

Even the Dukes do not pretend to be portraits, and hence in part perhaps the uncertainty that has gathered round them.

Very tranquil and noble is Twilight: a giant in repose, he meditates, leaning upon his elbow, looking down.

But Dawn starts from her couch, as though some painful summons had reached her, sunk in dreamless sleep, and called her forth to suffer.