Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill And nought but the nightingales song in the grove. James BeattieHermit.
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 whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure. Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away. ByronParisina. St. 1.
When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hespers lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves. George CrolyThe Poets Hour.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly oer the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. GrayElegy in a Country Churchyard. (Herd wind in 1753 ed. Knell of parting day taken from Dante.)
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale. MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 598.