My night has become a sunny dawn because of you.
It was a dark and stormy night and the rain fell in torrents except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that […]
‘Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. (Hamlet)
Night is a hole in yesterday, and a tunnel into tomorrow.
And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: To feel creep up the curving east The earthy chill of dusk and slow Upon those under lands the vast And ever climbing shadow grow… And Baghdad darken and the […]
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark. (Antony and Cleopatra)
Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.
The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening.
O, I have pass’d a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights. That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night Thou ’twere to buy a world of happy days, So full of dismal terror was the time! (Richard III)
So we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself must rest. Though the night was […]