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DAY-MORNING - NIGHT, &c.

8. Sweet is the breath of morn; her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

9. The sun had long since, in the lap
Of Thetis, taken out his nap;
And, like a lobster boil'd, the moon
From black to red began to turn.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

10. The morning lark, the messenger of day,
Saluted with her song the morning grey ;
And soon the sun arose with beams so bright,
That all th' horizon laugh'd, to see the joyous sight.

11. See! the night wears away, and cheerful morn,
All sweet and fresh, spreads from the rosy east;
Fair nature seems reviv'd, and even my heart
Sits light and jocund at the day's return.

DRYDEN.

ROWE.

12. This dead of night, this silent hour of darkness, Nature for rest ordain'd, and soft repose.

ROWE.

13.

O, treach'rous night!

14.

15.

Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason,

And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade!

The waking dawn,

AARON HILL.

When night-fallen dews, by day's warm courtship won,
From reeking roses climb'd to kiss the sun;

Nature, new-blossom'd, shed her colours round;

The dew-bent primrose kiss'd the breeze-swept ground.

-The approach of night,

AARON HILL.

The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck the glade,
And the low sun has lengthen'd every shade.

POPE.

16. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cup
That cheers but not inebriates, waits on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

COWPER'S Task.

17. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

18. Now the sun, so faintly glancing
O'er the western hills his ray;

Evening shadows quick advancing, '
Triumph o'er the fading day.

19. Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white moon Hung like a vapour in the cloudless sky.

Совв.

ROGERS's Italy.

20. The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane, Dividing darkness from the dawning main.

21. The morn is up again, the dewy morn,

BYRON'S Island.

With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,

And living as if earth contain'd no tomb—
And glowing into day.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

22. Night wanes-the vapours, round the mountains curl'd, Melt into morn, and light awakes the world.

BYRON'S Lara.

23. All was so still, so soft, in earth and air,
You scarce would start, to meet a spirit there;
Secure that nought of evil could delight
To walk in such a scene, on such a night!

BYRON'S Lara.

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25. Blest power of sunshine! genial day!
What balm, what life is in thy ray!
To feel thee is such real bliss,
That, had the world no joy but this,
To sit in sunshine calm and sweet-
It were a world too exquisite
For man to leave it for the gloom,
The deep, cold shadow of the tomb!

26. It was an evening bright and still

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

As ever blush'd on wave or bower,
Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill
Could happen in so sweet an hour.

MOORE's Loves of the Angels.

27. Soft as a bride, the rosy dawn
From dewy sleep doth rise,

And, bath'd in blushes, hath withdrawn
The mantle from her eyes;

And, with her orbs dissolv'd in dew,

Bends like an angel softly through

The blue-pavilion❜d skies.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

28. O Twilight! spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments-melting heaven to earth—
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.

MRS. NORTON's Dream.

29. How calmly sinks the setting sun!
Yet twilight lingers still;
And, beautiful as dream of heaven,
It slumbers on the hill.

G. D. PRENTICE.

30. "Tis midnight's holy hour-and silence now
Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er
The still and pulseless world.

31. Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful fireside

Dance upon the parlour wall.

G. D. PRENTICE.

H. W. LONGfellow.

32. Night's starry host gather'd in brightness high,
And not a cloud darken'd the shining sky;
The moon rode by, and all her glittering band
Bath'd in a flood of light the smiling land.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.

33. The sun now rests upon the mountain tops.

34. The hour of melancholy, mirth, and love.

CARLOS WILCOX.

MRS. BROOKS.

35. The busy world was still, the solemn moon
Smil'd forth her silvery beauty; and the stars,
Like living diamonds in a sea of glass,
Danc'd in the sapphire canopy of heaven.

P. B. ELDER.

36. The king of day had dipp'd his weary head
Within old father Ocean's billowy bed,
And "twilight grey" had spread its dusky veil
O'er all terrestrial objects, hill and dale.

J. T. WATSON.

1.

DEATH-GRAVE.

Death is a fearful thing:

The wearied and most loathed earthly life,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a Paradise

To what we fear of death!

SHAKSPEARE.

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DEATH-GRAVE.

2. Is it not better to die willingly,

Than linger till the glass be all outrun ?

3. Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away:
O! that the earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall, to expel the Winter's flaw!

4. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

5. Can storied urn, or animated bust

6.

SPENSER.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

Death, grim death

Will fold me in his leaden arms, and press
Me close to his cold, clayey breast.

7. The sceptred king, the burthen'd slave,
The humble and the haughty, die;
The rich, the poor, the base, the brave,
In dust, without distinction, lie.

8.

Death is the crown of life:

GRAY'S Elegy.

CONGREVE.

Were death denied, poor man would live in vain.
Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign;
Spring from our fetters, fasten to the skies,
Where blooming Eden withers from our sight.
This king of terrors is the prince of peace.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

9. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm! YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

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