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| Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Bible. | 1 |
| Each day is the scholar of yesterday. Publius Syrus. | 2 |
| A day for God to stoop, and man to soar. Tennyson. | 3 |
| One of the heavenly days that cannot die. Wordsworth. | 4 |
| No day is without its innocent hope. Ruskin. | 5 |
| Thinking of the days that are no more. Tennyson. | 6 |
| He who has lived a day has lived an age. La Bruyère. | 7 |
| One glance of Thine creates a day. Watts. | 8 |
| The spirit walks of every day deceased. Young. | 9 |
| | What is a day to an immortal soul! |
| A breath, no more. |
T. B. Aldrich. | 10 |
| | One day, with life and heart, |
| Is more than time enough to find a world. |
James Russell Lowell. | 11 |
| The long days are no happier than the short ones. Bailey. | 12 |
| | Frail empire of a day! |
| That with the setting sun extinct is lost. |
Somerville. | 13 |
| Not all Apollos Pythian treasures hold can bribe the poor possession of a day. Homer. | 14 |
| | Days, that need borrow |
| No part of their good morrow |
| From a fore-spent night of sorrow. |
Richard Crashaw. | 15 |
| The sun is in the heaven; and the proud day, attended with the pleasures of the world, is all too wanton. Shakespeare. | 16 |
| Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth. Bible. | 17 |
| One day spent well, and agreeably to your precepts, is preferable to an eternity of error. Yonge. | 18 |
| O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away? Longfellow. | 19 |
| | Philip. Madam, a day may sink or save a realm. |
| Mary. A day may save a heart from breaking too. |
Tennyson. | 20 |
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| | What hath this day deservd? what hath it done, |
| That it in golden letters should be set |
| Among the high tides in the calendar? |
Shakespeare. | 21 |
| | Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven |
| That from the East glad message brings: |
| Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, |
| Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings. |
T. B. Aldrich. | 22 |
| | Day is the Child of Time, |
| And Day must cease to be: |
| But Night is without a sire, |
| And cannot expire, |
| One with Eternity. |
R. H. Stoddard. | 23 |
| | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, |
| The bridal of the earth and sky, |
| The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; |
| For thou must die. |
Herbert. | 24 |
| | How troublesome is day! |
| It calls us from our sleep away; |
| It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, |
| And sends us forth to keep or break |
| Our promises to pay. |
| How troublesome is day! |
Thomas Love Peacock. | 25 |
| | O summer day beside the joyous sea! |
| O summer day so wonderful and white, |
| So full of gladness and so full of pain! |
| Forever and forever shalt thou be |
| To some the gravestone of a dead delight, |
| To some the landmark of a new domain. |
Longfellow. | 26 |
| | 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. |
Moore. | 27 |
| Enjoy the blessings of the day if God sends them; and the evils bear patiently and sweetly. For this day only is ours; we are dead to yesterday, and we are not born to to-morrow. Jeremy Taylor. | 28 |
| The days are made on a loom whereof the warp and woof are past and future time. They are majestically dressed, as if every god brought a thread to the skyey web. Emerson. | 29 |
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