I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living.
Summer time an'the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin'an'the cotton is high. Oh, yo'daddy's rich, and yo'ma isgood-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo'cry.Du Bose Heyward
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows. The lamps that shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!lord byron
All night has the casement jessamine stirred To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.Tennyson
Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.william allingham
Summertime and the livin' is easy,Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.Oh yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma is good lookin',So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.ira gershwin
"Oh! hush these suspicions," Fair Imogine said,"Offensive to Love and to me!For if ye be living, or if ye be dead,I swear by the Virgin, that none in your steadShall Husband of Imogine be."matthew lewis
The silky hush of intimate things, fragrant with my fragrance, steal softly down, so loth to rob me of my last dear concealment.p. l. travers
Roses are shining in PicardyIn the hush of the silver dew;Roses are flowering in PicardyBut there's never a rose like you.And the roses will die with the summer timeAnd our roads may be far apart,But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy;'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart.fred weatherly
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.hilaire belloc
All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.charlotte brontë
Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June. Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.
Summer time, an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin', an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich an' yo' ma is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don't yo' cry.
The ash her purple drops forgivingly And sadly, breaking not the general hush; The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea, Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush; All round the wood's edge creeps the skirting blaze, Of bushes low, as when, on cloudy days, Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush.james russell lowell
I wept that all must die —"Yet Love," I cried, "doth live, and conquer death —"And Time passed by,And breathed on Love, and killed it with his breathEre Death was nigh.More bitter far than allIt was to know that Love could change and die —hush! for the ages call"The Love of God lives through eternity,And conquers all!"adelaide anne procter
Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.bertolt brecht
hush, call no echo up in further proof Of desolation! there's a voice within That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.
hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
hush now, child. I'm off to see your father Gods help you, Theon Greyjoy. Now you are truly lost.
hush, now spoilers!