The night that hides things from us.
Well you could have been lonely every night now, Could have cried a whole lot more, been a little bit blue Oh, you could have been lonely, for your one and only, You could have loved me as much as I love you.
The Night has a thousand eyes, And the Day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
It is a lovely night, and they are much to be pitied who have not been taught to feel, in some degree, as you do; who have not, at least, been given a taste for Nature in early life. They lose a great deal.
In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.
O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
In the middle of the night When Im in this dream Its like a million little stars Spelling out your name
On Earth it was day in some places, night in others.
It was a perfect summer night. So good, it was true.
As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.
There was a young lady named Bright, Whose speed was far faster than light; She started one day In a relative way, And returned on the previous night.
Bad dreams in the night. They told me I was going to lose the fight, Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights.
All my life's a circle; Sunrise and sundown; Moon rolls thru the nighttime; Till the daybreak comes around.
Poets, I dare you to choose, for one night, the ambrosia over the ashes.
He wanted me to beat him up! It was an open invitation! Late at night he picked me up an act of open provocation!