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August Ludwig Erhard Boll
Herfort, Late 19th Century
Johann (Giovanni) Varrone
Anton Schiffer
Josef Feid
Josef Thoma
Josef Schoyerer
Christian von Plattensteiner
Anton Hansch
Eduard Leonhardi
When the last sunshine of expiring Day
In Summer's twilight weeps itself away,
Who hath not felt the softness of the hour
Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower?
With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes
While Nature makes that melancholy pause
Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time
Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime
Who hath not shared that calm, so still and deep,
The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep,
A holy concord, and a bright regret,
A glorious sympathy with suns that set?
Tis not harsh sorrow, but a tenderer woe,
Nameless, but dear to gentle hearts below,
Felt without bitternessbut fall and clear,
A sweet dejectiona transparent tear,
Unmixed with worldly grief or selfish stain
Shed without shame, and secret without pain.
Even as the tenderness that hour instils
When Summer's day declines along the hills...
Lord George Gordon Byron
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