Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Night
The bright light of the sun fell into the ocean, drawing dark night over the fruitful earth.
Buckley’s Homer.—The Iliad, Book VIII. Page 148. Riley’s Ovid.—The Metamorphoses, Book XV. Page 518.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o’er 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 D’Herode, 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 couch’d,
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, o’er 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.
There’s 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
There’s 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.—O’Connor’s 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 pass’d the anxious night away,
And welcome was the peep of day.
Scott.—Last Minstrel, Canto III. Verse 31.