|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The bright light of the sun fell into the ocean, drawing dark night over the fruitful earth.|
Buckleys Homer.The Iliad, Book VIII. Page 148. Rileys Ovid.The Metamorphoses, Book XV. Page 518.
|Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne|
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre oer a slumbering world.
Dr. Young.Night I. Line 18; Night IX. Line 551; Night IX. Line 563.
|Night, whose sable hand|
Hangs on the purple skirts of flying day.
Dyer.The Fleece, Book II.
|Night hangs heavy on the lids of day.|
Crashaw.Sospetto DHerode, Verse 64.
|When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?|
Shakespeare.King Richard III., Act II. Scene 3. (Third Citizen.)
|Earth, turning from the sun, brings night to man.|
Dr. Young.Night IX. Line 2011.
| Now began|
Night with her sullen wings to double-shade
The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couchd,
And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam.
Milton.Par. Reg., Book I. last Line but four.
| When night bids sleep,|
Sweet nurse of nature, oer the senses creep.
Churchill.Gotham, Book III.
|What hath night to do with sleep?|
Milton.Comus, Line 122.
|Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!|
Byron.Childe Harold, Canto III. Stanza 93.
|Theres husbandry in heaven,|
Their candles are all out.
Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act II. Scene 1. (Banquo to Fleance.)
|Making night hideous.|
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act I. Scene 4. (Soliloquy.) Pope.The Dunciad, Book III. Line 166.
|Man turning from his God, brings endless night.|
Dr. Young.Night IX. Line 2012.
|The night is long that never finds the day.|
Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act IV. Scene 3. (Malcolm.)
|This sacred shade and solitude, what is it?|
Tis the felt presence of the Deity.
Few are the faults we flatter when alone:
By night an atheist half believes a God.
Dr. Young.Night V. Line 171.
|For in the darkest of the black abode|
Theres not a devil but believes a God.
De Foe.The Storm.
|The night, to me, of shrieking sorrow!|
The night, to him, that had no morrow.
Campbell.OConnors Child, Stanza 9.
|The night comes on that knows not morn.|
Tennyson.Mariana in the South, last verse.
|Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud|
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Milton.Comus, Line 221.
|So passd the anxious night away,|
And welcome was the peep of day.
Scott.Last Minstrel, Canto III. Verse 31.