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The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman,
what of the night? Watchman, what of read more
The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman,
what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?
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
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.
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, read more
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright read more
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
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
The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
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The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night,--
Night with train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!