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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

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Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

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To me at least was never evening yet
But seemed far beautifuller than its day.

To me at least was never evening yet
But seemed far beautifuller than its day.

by Robert Browning Found in: Evening Quotes,
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Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

by John Milton Found in: Evening Quotes,
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Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
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Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night.

by Thomas Moore Found in: Evening Quotes,
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Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
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Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to they grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.

by John Milton Found in: Evening Quotes,
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And whiter grows the foam,
The small moon lightens more;
And as I turn me home,
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And whiter grows the foam,
The small moon lightens more;
And as I turn me home,
My shadow walks before.

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Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.

Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.

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The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
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The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.

by Lord Alfred Tennyson Found in: Evening Quotes,
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