In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep
falleth on men.

In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep
falleth on men.

But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time read more

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.

Don't sleep too much. If you sleep 3 hours less each night for a year, you will have an extra read more

Don't sleep too much. If you sleep 3 hours less each night for a year, you will have an extra month and a half to succeed in.

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold read more

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright read more

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the read more

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others read more

Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
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The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night,--
Night with train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.