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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Day
Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
Bible.
Each day is the scholar of yesterday.
Publius Syrus.
A day for God to stoop, and man to soar.
Tennyson.
One of the heavenly days that cannot die.
Wordsworth.
No day is without its innocent hope.
Ruskin.
Thinking of the days that are no more.
Tennyson.
He who has lived a day has lived an age.
La Bruyère.
One glance of Thine creates a day.
Watts.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Young.
What is a day to an immortal soul!A breath, no more.
T. B. Aldrich.
One day, with life and heart,Is more than time enough to find a world.
James Russell Lowell.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Bailey.
Frail empire of a day!That with the setting sun extinct is lost.
Somerville.
Not all Apollo’s Pythian treasures hold can bribe the poor possession of a day.
Homer.
Days, that need borrowNo part of their good morrowFrom a fore-spent night of sorrow.
Richard Crashaw.
The sun is in the heaven; and the proud day, attended with the pleasures of the world, is all too wanton.
Shakespeare.
Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Bible.
One day spent well, and agreeably to your precepts, is preferable to an eternity of error.
Yonge.
O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?
Longfellow.
Philip.Madam, a day may sink or save a realm.Mary.A day may save a heart from breaking too.
Tennyson.
What hath this day deserv’d? what hath it done,That it in golden letters should be setAmong the high tides in the calendar?
Shakespeare.
Day is a snow-white Dove of heavenThat from the East glad message brings:Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.
T. B. Aldrich.
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.
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.
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 breakOur promises to pay.How troublesome is day!
Thomas Love Peacock.
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 beTo some the gravestone of a dead delight,To some the landmark of a new domain.
Longfellow.
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.
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.
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.
