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Day: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.— LONGFELLOW — Evangeline. Pt. II. V. L. 108.
The prayer of Ajax was for light; Through all that dark and desperate fight, The blackness of that noonday night.— LONGFELLOW — The Goblet of Life.
Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair It has mantled a world.— JOAQUIN MILLER — From Sea to Sea. St. 4.
Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 62.
Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man had power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up.— Shakespeare — Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 144.
I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight; I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!— Shakespeare — Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 57.
The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.— Shakespeare — S. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 64.
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven That from the East glad message brings: Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.— T. B. ALDRICH — Day and Night.
The long days are no happier than the short ones. U.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Village Feast.
Evening. Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.— ROBERT BROWNING — Introduction to
Pippa Passes Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow.— RICHARD CRASHAW — Wishes to His
(Supposed) Mistress. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die.— HERBERT — The Temple. Virtue.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.— HELEN HUNT — Verses. Noon.
O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain.— LONGFELLOW — Summer Day by the Sea.
C. Hide me from day's garish eye.— MILTON — Il Penseroso. L. 141.
Blest power of sunshine!-genial day, What balm, what life is in thy ray! To feel there is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in sunshine calm and sweet, - It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow, of the tomb.— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Fire
Worshippers. O, how glorious is Noon-day! With the cool large shadows lying Underneath the giant forest, The far hill-tops towering dimly O'er the conquered plains below.— D. M. MULOCK — A Stream's Singing.
The evening red, the morning gray Are certain signs of a fair day. Old Weather Rhyme. How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to keep or break Our promises to pay. How troublesome is day!— THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK — Fly-By-Night.
(Paper Money Lyrics.) Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Light will repay The wrongs of night; sweet Phosphor, bring the day!— QUARLES — Emblems. Bk. 1. Em. 14. St. 5.
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs; sweet Phosphor, bring the day!— QUARLES — Emblems. Bk. I. Em. 14. St. 1.