Quotes
Quotes about Day
"O mother, mother, mak' my bed
To lay me down in sorrow.
My love has died for me to-day,
I 'll die for him to-morrow."
Up anchor! Up anchor!
Set sail and away!
The ventures of dreamland
Are thine for a day.
When youth as lord of my unchallenged fate,
And time seemed but the vassal of my will,
I entertained certain guests of state--
The great of older days.
The soul of man is like the rolling world,
One half in day, the other dipt in night;
The one has music and the flying cloud,
The other, silence and the wakeful stars.
In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it.
One day in the country
Is worth a month in town.
Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days:
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways.
I know each day will bring its task,
And being blind no more I ask.
On the king's gate the moss grew gray;
The king came not. They called him dead
And made his eldest son one day
Slave in his father's stead.
Father, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
How I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun.
The world is filled with folly and sin,
And Love must cling, where it can, I say:
For Beauty is easy enough to win;
But one is n't loved every day.
Is there beyond the silent night
An endless day?
Is death a door that leads to light?
We cannot say.
Give me to die unwitting of the day,
And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear!
The victories of Right
Are born of strife.
There were no Day were there no Night,
Nor, without dying, Life.
A little work, a little play
To keep us going--and so good-day!
A little warmth, a little light
Of love's bestowing--and so, good-night.
A little fun, to match the sorrow
Of each day's growing--and so, good-morrow!
A little trust that when we die
We reap our sowing--and so--good-bye!
Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?
The idle singer of an empty day.
Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.
The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm;
At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped;
With lulling murmur, and the air was warm,
And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away."
The day of small nations has passed away; the day of Empires has come.
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found
I 've got a little list--I 've got a little list.
Of social offenders who might well be under ground
And who never would be missed--who never would be missed.
Only a little while now and we shall be again together and with us those other noble and well-beloved souls gone before. I am sure I shall meet you and them; that you and I shall talk of a thousand things and of that unforgettable day and of all that followed it; and that we shall clearly see that all were parts of an infinite plan which was wholly wise and good.
And lo, between the sundawn and the sun
His day's work and his night's work are undone:
And lo, between the nightfall and the light,
He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.
Our way is where God knows
And Love knows where:
We are in Love's hand to-day.
For in the days we know not of
Did fate begin
Weaving the web of days that wove
Your doom.
I remember the way we parted,
The day and the way we met;
You hoped we were both broken-hearted
And knew we should both forget.
