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20 The wolves have prey'd: and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey."
21 Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger. 7-iii. 2.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
23 The glowworm shews the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. 36–1.5.
25 The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd
And Phæbus 'gins arise,
On chaliced flowers that lies;
31-ii. 3. 27 Look, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun, To close the day up, life is done.
k Night---dragon wing.
How still the evening is, As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony!
Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood.
The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
31 The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs
the lated traveller apace, To gain the timely inn.
32 This night, methinks, is but the day-light sick, It looks a little paler; ’tis a day, Such as the day is, when the sun is hid. 9-v.1.
33 Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
15-iii. 2. 34
By the clock ’tis day,
35 Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late; The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest; And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light, Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
36 Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!-that dawning May bare the raven's eye.
37 The gaudy, babbling, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea; And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades, That drag the tragic melancholy night; Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings, Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
And the wolf behowls the moon;
All with weary task fordone.
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
In remembrance of a shroud.
. That the graves, all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide:
By the triple Hecat's team,
Following darkness like a dream. 7--1.2.
42 The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest.
Civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black. 35-iii. 2.
The bat hath flown
45 That when the searching eye of heaven is hid Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; But when, from under this terrestrial ball, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, And darts his light through every guilty hole, Then murders, treasons, and detested sins, The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves !
17-iii. 2. 46
Jove's lightnings, the precursors O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not: The fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.
1 Light clouds.
48 The cross blue lightning seem'd to open The breast of heaven.
Things, that love night, Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry The affliction, nor the fear.
50 Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these
signs; They are black vesper's pageants. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack" dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony; Yet cannot hold this visible shape. 30-iv. 12.
Yon grey lines,
52 Blow, wind, and crack
your cheeks ! rage! blow ! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the
cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executingo fires, Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
m Scare, or frighten. • Quick as thought.
n Fleeting clouds. P Avant couriers. French.