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Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 894) Sable-vested Night, eldest of things. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 962) . . . For now began Night with her sullen wings to double-shade The desert; fowls in the clay nests were couch'd, And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam. - John Milton, Paradise Regained (bk. I, l. 499) Darkness now rose, As daylight sunk, and brought in low-ring Night Her shadowy offspring. - John Milton, Paradise Regained (bk. IV, l. 397) Night is a lively masquerade of day. - James Montgomery Night is the time for rest; How sweet, when labours close, To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose, Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Down on our own delightful bed! - James Montgomery, Night (st. 1) When pleasure, like the midnight flower that scorns the eye of vulgar light, begins to bloom for sons of night and maids who love the moon. - Thomas Moore Then awake! the heavens look bright, my dear; 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear; And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear. - Thomas Moore, The Young May Moon There never was night that had no morn. - Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik), The Golden Gate The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding. - Alfred Noyes, The Highwayman Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober grey; Nature in silence bid the world repose. - Thomas Parnell Day is ended, Darkness shrouds The shoreless seas and lowering clouds. - Thomas Love Peacock, Rhododaphne (canto V, l. 264) Silence, ye wolves! While Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous;--Answer him, ye owls! - Alexander Pope, The Dunciad (bk. III, l. 165) O Night, most beautiful and rare! Thou giv'st the heavens their holiest hue, And through the azure fields of air Bring'st down the gentle dew. - Thomas Buchanan Read, Night The contemplation of night should lead to elevating rather than to depressing ideas. Who can fix his mind on transitory and earthly things, in presence of those glittering myriads of worlds; and who can dread death or solitude in the midst of this brilliant, animated universe, composed of countless suns and worlds, all full of light and life and motion? - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul) The great shadow and profile of day. - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul) Why does the evening, does the night, put warmer love in our hearts? Is it the nightly pressure of helplessness? or is it the exalting separation from the turmoils of life,--that veiling of the world in which for the soul nothing then remains but souls? - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul) What I take from my nights, I add to my days. [Fr., Ce que j'ote a mes nuits, je l'ajoute a mes jours.] - ascribed to Jean de Rotrou, in "Vencelas" How long the night seems to one kept awake by pain. [Fr., Qu'une nuit parait longue a la douleur qui veille!] - Bernard Joseph Saurin, Blanche et Guiscard (V, 5) On dreary night let lusty sunshine fall. - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, Pompeii and Herculaneum To all, to each! a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. - Sir Walter Scott, Marmion--L'Envoy--To the Reader (canto VI, last lines) Come, civil night, thou sober-suited matron, all in black. - William Shakespeare O comfort-killing Night, image of hell! Dim register and notary of shame! Black stage for tragedies and murders fell! Vast, sin-concealing chaos! nurse of blame! Blind, muffled bawd! dark harbor for defame! Grim cave of death! whispering conspirator With close-tongued treason and the ravisher! - William Shakespeare The crickets sing, and man's over-labored sense repairs itself by rest. - William Shakespeare The cripple, tardy-gaited night, who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp so tediously away. - William Shakespeare Displaying page 3 of 5 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 [3] 4 5
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