The stars were pale, and a red rim of light touched the East.

The red rim of rage crept into his eyes.

Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank.

While Caleb looked, the red rim of the sun rose above the horizon, flooding the world with light and life.

There were red rims round his eyes; his face was drawn.

The red rim of the sun peeked over the horizon.

Then first light in the east: false dawn: the red rim of the sun, and all at once full brilliant day.

The sun rolled over the horizon like the red rim of a wagon wheel.

The moon had gone down, or at least was almost hidden behind the soft horizon of bush, only her red rim being visible.

The red rim of the sun rose over the shoulders of the dark land.