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Quotes about Night


Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

My wife met me at the door the other night in a sexy negligee. Unfortunately, she was just coming home.

Rodney Dangerfield

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

William Wordsworth

. . . And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

John Milton

Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is-- The dawn on the hills of Ireland. God's angels lifting the night's black veil From the fair sweet face of my sireland! O Ireland, isn't it grand, you look Like a bride in her rich adornin', And with all the pent up love of my heart I bid you the top of the morning.

John Locke

The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair! Bishop and Abbot and Prior were there, Many a monk and many a friar, Many a knight and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,-- In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims.

Richard Harris Barham

Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.

Abraham Cowley

And I had lent my watch last night to one That dines to-day at the sheriff's.

Ben Jonson

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.

Christina Rossetti

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

John Dryden

Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the landler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver.

Charles Hamilton Aide

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows-- The best I had, a princess wrought it me-- And I did never ask it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head, And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'

William Shakespeare

A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.

Philip Sidney

I thought of myself as a species of knight errant attacking dragons single-handedly and rescuing musical virtue in distress.

Virgil Thomson

MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal.

Ambrose Bierce

Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.

Karen Elizabeth Gordon

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

John Milton

The bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility.

James Montgomery

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale.

Christina G. Rossetti

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm. So hallowed and so gracious is that time.

William Shakespeare

It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale.

William Shakespeare

There is plenty of law at the end of a nightstick.

Grover A. Whalen

Sloth makes all things difficult, but industry, all things easy. He that rises late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night, while laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes him.

Benjamin Franklin

Leisure time is that five or six hours when you sleep at night.

George Allen

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies

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