172 DAY-MORNING - NIGHT, &c. 8. Sweet is the breath of morn; her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 9. The sun had long since, in the lap BUTLER'S Hudibras. 10. The morning lark, the messenger of day, 11. See! the night wears away, and cheerful morn, DRYDEN. ROWE. 12. This dead of night, this silent hour of darkness, Nature for rest ordain'd, and soft repose. ROWE. 13. O, treach'rous night! 14. 15. Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason, And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade! The waking dawn, AARON HILL. When night-fallen dews, by day's warm courtship won, Nature, new-blossom'd, shed her colours round; The dew-bent primrose kiss'd the breeze-swept ground. -The approach of night, AARON HILL. The skies yet blushing with departing light, POPE. 16. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, COWPER'S Task. 17. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 18. Now the sun, so faintly glancing Evening shadows quick advancing, ' 19. Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white moon Hung like a vapour in the cloudless sky. Совв. ROGERS's Italy. 20. The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane, Dividing darkness from the dawning main. 21. The morn is up again, the dewy morn, BYRON'S Island. With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb— BYRON'S Childe Harold. 22. Night wanes-the vapours, round the mountains curl'd, Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. BYRON'S Lara. 23. All was so still, so soft, in earth and air, BYRON'S Lara. 25. Blest power of sunshine! genial day! 26. It was an evening bright and still MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. As ever blush'd on wave or bower, MOORE's Loves of the Angels. 27. Soft as a bride, the rosy dawn And, bath'd in blushes, hath withdrawn And, with her orbs dissolv'd in dew, Bends like an angel softly through The blue-pavilion❜d skies. MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 28. O Twilight! spirit that dost render birth MRS. NORTON's Dream. 29. How calmly sinks the setting sun! G. D. PRENTICE. 30. "Tis midnight's holy hour-and silence now 31. Ere the evening lamps are lighted, Dance upon the parlour wall. G. D. PRENTICE. H. W. LONGfellow. 32. Night's starry host gather'd in brightness high, MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. 33. The sun now rests upon the mountain tops. 34. The hour of melancholy, mirth, and love. CARLOS WILCOX. MRS. BROOKS. 35. The busy world was still, the solemn moon P. B. ELDER. 36. The king of day had dipp'd his weary head J. T. WATSON. 1. DEATH-GRAVE. Death is a fearful thing: The wearied and most loathed earthly life, To what we fear of death! SHAKSPEARE. 176 DEATH-GRAVE. 2. Is it not better to die willingly, Than linger till the glass be all outrun ? 3. Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, 4. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. 5. Can storied urn, or animated bust 6. SPENSER. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Death, grim death Will fold me in his leaden arms, and press 7. The sceptred king, the burthen'd slave, 8. Death is the crown of life: GRAY'S Elegy. CONGREVE. Were death denied, poor man would live in vain. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 9. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm! YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. |