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Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
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
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.
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains--Beautiful!
I linger yet with read more
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains--Beautiful!
I linger yet with Nature, for the night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learn'd the language of another world.
Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else read more
Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.
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.
Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening read more
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.
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.
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.