<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now great Hyperion left his golden throne<br>That on the dancing waves in glory shone,<br>For whose declining on the western shore<br>The oriental hills black mantles wore,<br>And thence apace the gentle twilight fled,<br>That had from hideous caverns ushered<br>All-drowsy Night, who in a car of jet,<br>By steeds of iron-grey, which mainly sweat<br>Moist drops on all the world, drawn through the sky,<br>The helps of darkness waited orderly.<br>First thick clouds rose from all the liquid plains;<br>Then mists from marishes, and grounds whose veins<br>Were conduit-pipes to many a crystal spring;<br>From standing pools and fens were following<br>Unhealthy fogs; each river, every rill<br>Sent up their vapours to attend her will<br>These pitchy curtains drew 'twixt earth and heaven<br>And as Night's chariot through the air was driven,<br>Clamour grew dumb, unheard was shepherd's song<br>And silence girt the woods; no warbling tongue<br>Talk'd to the Echo; satyrs broke their dance,<br>And all the upper world lay in a trance.<br>Only the curled streams soft chidings kept;<br>And little gales that from the green leaf swept<br>Dry summer's dust, in fearful whisp'rings stirred.<br>As loath to waken any singing bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Browne">William Browne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116037" data-title="Night de William Browne" data-description="Now great Hyperion left his golden throne/That on the dancing waves in glory shone,/For whose declining on the western shore/The oriental hills black mantles wore,/And thence apace the gentle twilight fled,/That had from hideous caverns ushered/Al..."></div> </div> </div>

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