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.
But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add night to the day,
Thus, thus we'll fill the measure.
Duet printed 1795. Probably of earlier date.
There never was night that had no morn.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding.
Day is ended, Darkness shrouds
The shoreless seas and lowering clouds.
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
And makes night hideous;—Answer him, ye owls!
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.
Ce que j'ote a mes nuits, je 1'ajoute a mes jours.
What I take from my nights, I add to my days.
Ascribed to Rotrou in Venceslas. (1647)
See also (Moore}})
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Qu'une nuit paratt longue a la douleur qui veille!
How long the night seems to one kept awake
by pain.
SAtrnrN—Blanche et Guiscard. V. 5.
On dreary night let lusty sunshine fall.
Schiller—Pompeii and Herculaneum.
To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams; and slumbers light.
Scott—Marmion. Canto VI. Last lines.
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 198. ("Waist" in
many editions; afterwards printed "waste."
"Vast" in the quarto of 1603.}})
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Malting night hideous.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 54.
| seealso = (See also Pope)
NIGHT
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes
out
Contagion to this world.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 404.
And night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle overveil'd the earth.
Henry VI. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 1.
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 27.
| seealso = (See also Moore)
Come, seeling night,
Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale!
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 46.
Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of the day begin to droop and drowse;
Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 50.
The night is long that never finds the day.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 240.
| seealso = (See also Mulock)
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| text = <poem>Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task foredone.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 378.
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Othello. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 128.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, blackbrowM night.
How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh
Which Vernal Zephyrs breathe in evening's ear
Were discord to the speaking quietude
That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon
vault,
Studded with stars, unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur
rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world.
Shelley—Queen Mob. Pt. IV.
Swiftly walk over the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Shelley—To Night.
How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures, nor cloud nor speck nor stain
Breaks the serene of heaven.
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills,
Like footsteps upon wool.
