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Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the read more
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with read more
The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky, take me away, and tell me why. Give me a reason, for love's end, give me a reason, for why I lost a friend. I sit and think, all night l
A man can do only what a man can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep read more
A man can do only what a man can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep at night and do it again the next day.
O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others read more
Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with read more
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon,
Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth
After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
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The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
There all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.