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The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion (bk. IV, ch. V) Every evening brings us nearer God. - Martin Luther Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. IV, l. 598) Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. IX, l. 278) How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. - Thomas Moore It was an evening bright and still As ever blush'd on wave or bower; Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill Could happen in so sweet an hour. - Thomas Moore Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night. - Thomas Moore, Fly Not Yet O how grandly cometh Even, Sitting on the mountain summit, Purple-vestured, grave, and silent, Watching o'er the dewy valleys, Like a good king near his end. - Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik), A Stream's Singing Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves. - James Gates Percival Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew. - Samuel Rogers One by one the flowers close, Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon. - Christina Georgina Rossetti, Twilight Calm Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death. - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, The Assignation (st. 4), (Lord Lytton's translation) The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; The bats are flitting fast in the gray air; The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep; And evening's breath, wandering here and there Over the quivering surface of the stream, Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream. - Percy Bysshe Shelley The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night. - Alexander Smith, A Life Drama (sc. 8) The west with second pomp is bright Though in the east the dusk is thickening, Twilight's first star breaks forth in white, Into night's gold each moment quickening. - Alfred Billings Street The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. - Lord Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses (l. 54) I was heavy with the even, When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. - Francis Thompson, The Hound of Heaven (l. 84) Sober Evening takes her wonted station in the middle air, a thousand shadows at her beck. - James Thomson (1) Each evening we should meditate upon the fact that one more day is gone from the list that make up the sum of our years. We live one day less for the seeking and finding Christ; for cultivating the spirit of holiness in our hearts, for blessing society, building up the church, gathering sinners to the Savior, and promoting the glory of God. By so much the time is shortened that separates us from the grave, the judgment and the eternal destiny. - Unknown Women have in their natures something akin to owls and fireflies. While men grow stupid and sleepy towards evening, they become brighter and more open-eyed, and show a propensity to flit and sparkle under the light of chandeliers. - Abba Goold Woolson The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration. - William Wordsworth, It is a Beauteous Evening Displaying page 2 of 2 for this topic: << Prev 1 [2]
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