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To-Morrow: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day.— TOME BURGUILLOS — To-Morrow, and

To-Morrow. John Bowring's trans. How oft my guardian angel gently cried, "Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee!" And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, "To-morrow we will open," I replied, And when the morrow came I answered still, "To-morrow."— TOME BURGUILLOS — To-Morrow. Longfellow's trans. L. 9.

A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.— MARY CLEMMER — To-Morrow.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.— CONGREVE — Letter to Cobham. L. 61.

To-morrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not to-day in vain, For it will never come again. OMAR KHAYYÁM. Bodenstedt's trans.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.— LONGFELLOW — To-Morrow.

To-morrow you will live, you always cry; In what fair country does this morrow lie, That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? 'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear 'Twill be both very old and very dear. "To-morrow I will live," the fool does say: To-day itself's too late; -the wise lived yesterday.— MARTIAL — Epigrams. Bk. V.

Ep. LVIII. To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Light of

Song the Harem. Song. To-morrow is, ah, whose?— D. M. MULOCK — Between Two Worlds.

To-morrow, what delight is in to-morrow! What laughter and what music, breathing joy, Float from the woods and pastures, wavering down, Dropping like echoes through the long to-day, Where childhood waits with weary expectation.— T. B. READ — The New Pastoral. Bk. VI. L. 163.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 19.

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old, and strong and weak, Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet smiles we ever seek, - In thy place-ah! well-a-day! We find the thing we fled-To-day!— SHELLEY — To-Morrow.

To-morrow yet would reap to-day, As we bear blossoms of the dead; Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay.— TENNYSON — Love Thou the Land. St. 24.

In human hearts what bolder thoughts can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn! Where is to-morrow?— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 374.

To-morrow is a satire on to-day, And shows its weakness. S.— YOUNG — The Old Man's Relapse. L. 6.

Some say "to-morrow" never comes, A saying oft thought right; But if to-morrow never came, No end were of "to-night." The fact is this, time flies so fast, That e'er we've time to say "To-morrow's come," presto! behold! "To-morrow" proves "To-day." Author Unknown. From Notes and Queries. Fourth Series. Vol. XII.