20 The wolves have prey'd: and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.* 21 Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, 22 This morning, like the spirit of a youth 23 The glowworm shews the matin to be near, 24 6-v. 3. 7-iii. 2. 30-iv. 4. 36-i. 5. The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, 25 The day begins to break, and night is fled, 26 36-i. 1. 21-ii. 2. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin Το ope their golden eyes. . 27 Look, how the sun begins to set; 31-ii. 3. How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: To close the day up, life is done. 26-v. 9. * Night---dragon wing. 28 How still the evening is, As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony! 6-ii. 3. The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. 31 24-v. 3. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: spurs To gain the timely inn. 32 15-iii. 3. 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. 33 9-v. 1. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; 34 By the clock 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: 35 15-ii. 4. Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, Poems. 36 Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!-that dawning May bare the raven's eye. 37 The gaudy, babbling, and remorseful day 31-ii. 2. And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades, Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings, 38 22-iv. 1. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, 39 Sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear, 40 35-iii. 2. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth. 41 Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Now the wasted brands do glow, Poems. 26-v. 9. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, That the graves, all gaping wide, 7-v. 2. 42 The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense 31-ii. 2. 43 Civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black. 35-iii. 2. 44 -The bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, 45 15-iii. 2. That when the searching eye of heaven is hid 46 17-iii. 2. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary 47 We often see, against some storm, A silence in the heavens, the rack' stand still, 1-i. 2. 36-ii. 2. 1 Light clouds. 48 The cross blue lightning seem'd to open The breast of heaven. 49 29-i. 3. Things, that love night, Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies And make them keep their caves: Since I was man, 50 Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, 34-iii. 2. 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, 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. 51 Yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. 52 30-iv. 12. 29-ii. 1. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, m Scare, or frighten. n Fleeting clouds. • Quick as thought. |