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But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time read more
But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add night to the day,
Thus, thus we'll fill the measure.
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.
Don't sleep too much. If you sleep 3 hours less each night for a year, you will have an extra read more
Don't sleep too much. If you sleep 3 hours less each night for a year, you will have an extra month and a half to succeed in.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.
Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.
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 night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening read more
Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening hours,--
Whisperings, wooings,
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings
In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills!
Dark the night
Yet is she bright,
For in her dark she brings the mystic star,
Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love,
From some unknown afar.
At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.