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DANCING-DANGER - PERIL.

8. My very chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends
To make us what we are; even I
Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.

BYRON'S Prisoner of Chillon.

9. As custom arbitrates, whose shifting sway Our life and manners must alike obey.

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1. The absent danger greater still appears;
And less he fears, who's near the thing he fears.

2. From a safe port, 't is easy to give counsel.

3.

DANIEL.

SHAKSPEARE.

We've scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it,
She'll close, and be herself; while our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.

4. For he that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

5.

6.

Let terror strike slaves mute;

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

Much danger makes great hearts most resolute.

What is danger

More than the weakness of our apprehension ?

MARSTON.

A poor cold part o' the blood; whom takes it hold of?
Cowards and wicked livers; valiant minds

Were made the masters of it.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

7. Our dangers and delights are near allies;

From the same stem the rose and prickle rise.

ALEYN.

8. But there are human natures so allied

Unto the savage love of enterprise,

That they will seek for peril as a pleasure.

DAY-MORNING-NIGHT, &c.

1. Dark night that from the eye its function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.

BYRON.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. But look! the moon, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.

5. Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright,

SHAKSPEARE.

Towards heaven's descent had sloped his westerning wheel.

6. Now came still evening on, and twilight grey
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beasts and birds,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests
Were sunk, all but the woeful nightingale.

MILTON.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

7. Twilight, short arbiter 'twixt day and night.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

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DAY-MORNING - NIGHT, &c.

8. Sweet is the breath of morn; her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

9. The sun had long since, in the lap
Of Thetis, taken out his nap;
And, like a lobster boil'd, the moon

From black to red began to turn.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

10. The morning lark, the messenger of day,
Saluted with her song the morning grey;
And soon the sun arose with beams so bright,
That all th' horizon laugh'd, to see the joyous sight.

11. See the night wears away, and cheerful morn,
All sweet and fresh, spreads from the rosy east;
Fair nature seems reviv'd, and even my heart
Sits light and jocund at the day's return.

12. This dead of night, this silent hour of darkness, Nature for rest ordain'd, and soft repose.

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15.

O, treach'rous night!

Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason,

And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade!

The waking dawn,

DRYDEN.

ROWE.

ROWE.

AARON HILL.

When night-fallen dews, by day's warm courtship won,
From reeking roses climb'd to kiss the sun;

Nature, new-blossom'd, shed her colours round;

The dew-bent primrose kiss'd the breeze-swept ground.

-The approach of night,

AARON HILL.

The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck the glade,
And the low sun has lengthen'd every shade.

POPE.

16. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cup
That cheers but not inebriates, waits on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

COWPER'S Task.

17. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

18. Now the sun, so faintly glancing
O'er the western hills his ray;
Evening shadows quick advancing,
Triumph o'er the fading day.

19. Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white moon Hung like a vapour in the cloudless sky.

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ROGERS's Italy.

20. The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane, Dividing darkness from the dawning main.

21. The morn is up again, the dewy morn,

BYRON'S Island.

With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,

Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,

And living as if earth contain'd no tomb-
And glowing into day.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

22. Night wanes-the vapours, round the mountains curl'd, Melt into morn, and light awakes the world.

BYRON'S Lara.

23. All was so still, so soft, in earth and air,
You scarce would start, to meet a spirit there;
Secure that nought of evil could delight
To walk in such a scene, on such a night!

BYRON'S Lara.

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25. 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!

26. It was an evening bright and still

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

As ever blush'd on wave or bower,
Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill
Could happen in so sweet an hour.

MOORE's Loves of the Angels.

27. Soft as a bride, the rosy dawn
From dewy sleep doth rise,

And, bath'd in blushes, hath withdrawn
The mantle from her eyes;

And, with her orbs dissolv'd in dew,

Bends like an angel softly through

The blue-pavilion'd skies.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

28. O Twilight! spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments-melting heaven to earth-
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.

MRS. NORTON's Dream.

29. How calmly sinks the setting sun!
Yet twilight lingers still;

And, beautiful as dream of heaven,
It slumbers on the hill.

G. D. PRENTICE.

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