A couple from Burns

"Now westlin winds, and slaught'ring guns
Bring August's pleasant weather;"

and

"As o'er the hill the eastern star tells bughtin' time is near, my Jo,
And owsen frae the furrowed field return sae dowf and weary o,
Doon by the burn where scented birks wi' dew are hangin' clear, my Jo,
I'll meet ye on the lea rig, my ain kind dearie o."

I had to put the whole verse in. It is such a wonderful description of dusk.

One from Graceland by Paul Simon

"The Mississippi Delta is shining like a National Guitar"