Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of withered leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent;hardlya shout From a few boys late at their play!
Late at e'en, drinkin'the wine, And ere they paid the lawin', They set a combat them between, To fight it at the dawin'. 'O stayat hame, my noble lord, O stay at hame, my marrow! My cruel brother will you betray On the dowie houms o' Yarrow!'
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, My morning incense, and my evening meal, The sweets of Hasty-Pudding.Come, dear bowl, Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.
And low the mists of evening lie And lightly skims the midge.
They go to and fro in the evening: they grin like a dog, and run about through the city.
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles.
Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
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 cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Come in the evening, or come in the morning, Come when you're looked for, or come without warning.
When evening quickens in the street, comes a pause in the day's occupation that is known as the cocktail hour.
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table.
The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Auld Reikie! wale o' ilka town That Scotland kens beneath the moon; Whare couthy chiels at e'ening meet Their bizzing craigs and mous to weet.
The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce. 408
Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
In communist society, where nobody has one exclusive sphere of activity but each canbecomeaccomplished in any branch he wishes, society regulates the general production and thus makes it possible for me to do one thing todayand another tomorrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, rear cattle in the evening or criticize after dinner, just as I desire, without ever becoming hunter, fisherman, shepherd or critic.
And later, wondering farmers as they passed would hear beyond the lighted window in the autumn evening two handsome yellow-bosomed basset-hounds howling to a melodious basset-horn.
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came.
May He support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done! Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last.
So when I am wearied with wandering all day; To thee my delight in the evening I come: No matter what beauties I saw in my way: They were but my visits; but thou art my home.
There was a rocky valley between Buxton and Bakewelldivine as the vale of Tempe; you might have seen the gods there morning and eveningApollo and the sweet Muses of the Light You enterprised a railroadyou blasted its rocks away And, now, every fool in Buxton can be at Bakewell in half-an-hour, and every fool in Bakewell at Buxton.
It was a summer evening, Old Kasper's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
On dirait que l'a" me des justes donne, comme les fleurs, plus de parfums vers le soir. It seems that the soul of the just gives off, like flowers, a stronger scent towards evening.
And, in the isolation of the sky, At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make Ambiguous undulations as they sink, Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
I stand before you tonight in my green chiffon evening gown, my face softly made up, my fair hair gently wavedthe Iron Lady of the Western World? Me? A Cold War warrior? Well, yesif that is how they wish to interpret my defence of values and freedoms fundamental to our way of life.
My dear fellow, a unique evening! I wouldn't have left a turn unstoned.
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
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