Close Quote by James Beattie

Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All…

— William Morris

“Dawn filled the sky with roses. In the crystal-clear air the last song of the nightingale dies. The smell of the wine weakens. This…

— Omar Khayyám

O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost…

— John Milton

“O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame,…

— William Butler Yeats

“On the morning appointed for her departure Tess awoke before dawn — at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still…

— Thomas Hardy

“ When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at…

— Christina Rossetti

“Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky.…

— Oscar Wilde

Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the…

— John Milton

“O wandering graves! O restless sleep! O silence of the sunless day! O still ravine! O stormy deep! Give up your prey! Give up…

— Oscar Wilde

“Tess was awake before dawn — at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird…

— Thomas Hardy

“Listen then these are the charms And will I see your pleasure stretched An even dozen they crowd the tomb You can read the…

— Steven Erikson

“I sing to him that rests below, And, since the grasses round me wave, I take the grasses of the grave, And make them…

— Alfred Tennyson