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A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.
What, what, what,
Through the Persian Gulf, the Red
GEORGE THOMAS LANIGAN—The Akhoond of That is climbed by the rainbow-clad spirits of Swat. Written after seeing the item in the prayer.
London papers, Jan. 22, 1878, “The
Who, or why, or which, or what,
EDWARD LEAR—The Akhond of Swat.
Ill news, madam,
Walks on crutches.
(See also DRYDEN)
News, news, news, my gossiping friends,
I have wonderful news to tell, Just where the Treasury's marble front
A lady by me her compliments sends; Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations - And this is the news from Hell! Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont
OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-News. To throng for trade and last quotations; Where, hour, by hour, the rates of gold
He's gone, and who knows how he may report Outrival, in the ears of people,
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
MILTON-Samson Agonistes. L. 1,350.
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
MILTON—Samson Agonistes. L. 1,538.
As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good
Proverbs. XXV. 25. And the North in the light-Ohio's shores, and
flashing Missouri, And ever the far-spreading prairies, covered with That long time have been barren. grass and corn.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 24. WALT WHITMAN-Sequel to Drum-Taps. When
Prithee, friend, Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd. St. 12.
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together. NEWS (See also JOURNALISM, NOVELTY) Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 53. By evil report and good report
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message II Corinthians. VI. 8.
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Il news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
Themselves when they be felt. DRYDEN—Threnodia Augustalis. L. 49.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 85. (See also MASSINGER)
Here comes Monsieur le Beau
With his mouth full of news, Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their And news much older than their ale went round.
young. GOLDSMITH–The Deserted Village. L. 223.
Then shall we be news-crammed.
As You Like It. Act I, Sc. 2. L. 96. It is good news, worthy of all acceptation, and
If it be summer news, yet not too good to be true.
Smile to 't before: if winterly, thou need'st
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 12.
NEWSPAPERS (See JOURNALISM, News)
NIAGARA "Niagara! wonder of this western world, And half the world beside! hail, beauteous queen Of cataracts!" An angel who had been O'er heaven and earth, spoke thus, his bright
wings furled, And knelt to Nature first, on this wild cliff un
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
BYRON—Manfred. Act III. Sc. 4.
22 Night's black Mantle covers all alike. Du BARTAS-Divine Weekes and Workes.
First Week. First Day. L. 562. 23 Dark the Night, with breath all flowers, And tender broken voice that fills With ravishment the listening hours,— Whisperings, wooings, Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills! Dark the night Yet is she bright, For in her dark she brings the mystic star, Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love, From some unknown afar.
GEORGE ELIOT—Spanish Gypsy. Song. Bk. I.
Flow on, forever, in thy glorious robe
Lydia H. SIGOURNEY-Niagara.
O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
And the night shall be filled with music Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
And the cares, that infest the day, GEORGE ELIOT—Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I. Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, 2
And as silently steal away.
All silence an' all glisten. 3
Night hath a thousand eyes.
LYLY-Maydes Metamorphose. Act III. Sc. 1. Lingers as in content,
(See also BOURDILLON) There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene,
Quiet night, that brings A shining peace.
Rest to the labourer, is the outlaw's day, HENLEY-Margaritæ Sorori.
In which he rises early to do wrong,
And when his work is ended dares not sleep. The smoke ascends
MASSINGER—The Guardian. Act II. Sc. 4. In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine and are changed. In the valley
A night of tears! for the gusty rain Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun Had ceased, but the eaves were dripping yet; Closing his benediction,
And the moon look'd forth, as tho' in pain, Sinks, and the darkening air
With her face all white and wet. Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night, — OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)—The WanNight with train of stars
derer. Bk. II. The Portrait. And her great gift of sleep. HENLEY–Margaritæ Sorori.
O thievish Night, 5
Why shouldst thou, but for some felonious end, Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars, And drew behind the cloudy vale of night. That nature hung in heaven, and filled their HOMER-Iliad. Bk. VIII. L. 605. POPE's lamps trans.
With everlasting oil, to give due light
To the misled and lonely traveller
MILTON-Comus. L. 195.
* And when night HooD-Miss Kilmansegy and her precious Leg.
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons 7
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Watchman, what of the night?
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 500. Isaiah. XXI. 11.
Where eldest Night 8 Night, when deep sleep falleth on men.
And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Job. IV. 13; XXXIII. 15.
Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. The night cometh when no man can work.
MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk II. L. 894. John. IX. 4.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things. 10
MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 962. "Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright,
* For now began And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Night with her sullen wings to double-shade Seeming with bright eyes to listen
The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd, For what listen they?
And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to KEATS-A Prophecy. L. 1. 11
Multon-Paradise Regained. Bk. I. L. 499, I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls.
Darkness now rose, LONGFELLOW-Hymn to the Night.
As daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night (See also WHITMAN)
Her shadowy offspring. 12
MILTON--Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 397. O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
25 What man has borne before!
Night is the time for rest; Thou layest thy fingers on the lips of Care,
How sweet, when labours close, And they complain no more.
To gather round an aching breast LONGFELLOW-Hymn to the Night.
The curtain of repose, 13
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Then stars arise, and the night is holy.
Down on our own delightful bed! LONGFELLOW-Hyperion. Bk. I. Ch. I. MONTGOMERY-Night. St. 1.
And night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle overveil'd the earth.
Henry VI. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 1.
Then awake! the heavens look bright, my dear; 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear;
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear. MOORE—The Young May Moon.
(See also MACBETH, ROTRON) But we that have but span-long life, The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add night to the day, Thus, thus we'll fill the measure.
Diet printed 1795. Probably of earlier date. There never was night that had no morn. D. M. MULOCK-The Golden Gate.
(See also MACBETH) The wind was a torrent of darkness among the
gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon
cloudy seas, The road was á ribbon of moonlight over the
I must become a borrower of the night
(See also MOORE)
Come, seeling night,
Light thickens; and the crow
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 50.
19 The night is long that never finds the day. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 240.
(See also MULOCK)
O Night, most beautiful and rare!
Thou giv'st the heavens their holiest hue, And through the azure fields of air
Bring'st down the gentle dew.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, blackbrow'd
night. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 20.
Ce que j'ôte à mes nuits, je l'ajoute à mes jours.
What I take from my nights, I add to my days. Ascribed to ROTROU in Venceslas. (1647)
See also (MOORE)
How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh
vault, Studded with stars, unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur
rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
SHELLEY-Queen Mab. Pt. IV.
Spirit of Night!
SOUTHEY—Thalaba. Bk, I.
I have heard the nightingale herself.
KING AGESILAUS when asked to listen to a FRANCIS THOMPSON—Hound of Heaven. L. 84. man imitate the nightingale. PLUTARCH —
Life of Agesilaus.
Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst! Distinction lost, and gay variety
What triumph! hark!—what pain!
How thick the bursts come crowding through 3 Come, drink the mystic wine of Night,
the leaves! Brimming with silence and the stars;
Again—thou hearest? While earth, bathed in this holy light,
Eternal passion! Is seen without its scars.
Eternal pain! LOUIS UNTERMEYER—The Wine of Night.
MATTHEW ARNOLD-Philomela. L. 32. When, upon orchard and lane, breaks the
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, white foam of the Spring
So poets live upon the living light. When, in extravagant revel, the Dawn, a BAILEY-Festus. Sc. Home.
Bacchante upleaping, Spills, on the tresses of Night, vintages golden and red
As it fell upon a day
Sitting in a pleasant shade
RICHARD BARNFIELD—Address to the NightinWILLIAM WATSON–Hymn to the Sea. Pt. III. gale.
It is the hour when from the boughs
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
BYRON—Parisina. St. 1. JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE-Night and Death. 6
“Most musical, most melancholy” bird! The summer skies are darkly blue,
A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought! The days are still and bright,
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
COLERIDGE—The Nightingale. L. 13.
'Tis the merry nightingale (See also LONGFELLOW)
That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates
With fast thick warble his delicious notes, Night begins to muffle up the day.
As he were fearful that an April night WITHERS—Mistresse of Philarete.
Would be too short for him to utter forth
His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul
COLERIDGE-The Nightingale. L. 43.
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Nor eye, nor list’ning ear, an object finds;
Of winter's past or coming void of care, Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
Well pleaséd with delights which present are, Of life stood still, and nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling
flowers. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 18.
DRUMMOND--Sonnet. To a Nightingale.
Like a wedding-song all-melting
HEINE-Book of Songs. Donna Clara.
The nightingale appear'd the first,
The apple into blossom burst, Mine is the night, with all her stars.
To life the grass and violets
sprang. YOUNG—Paraphrase on Job. L. 147.
HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 9.