It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingales high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers vows Seem sweet in every whisperd word. Byron.Parisina, Section I.
Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies; Lifes a short summerman a flower, He diesalas! how soon he dies! Dr. Johnson.An Ode on Winter, Verse 9.
But just as he began to tell, The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell, Some wee short hour ayont the twal, Which raised us baith. Burns.Death and Dr. Hornbook, Verse 31.