481
MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers._


=Dawn.=

The morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness.
482
SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
483
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Clothing the palpable and familiar
With golden exhalations of the dawn.
484
COLERIDGE: _Death of Wallenstein,_ Act i., Sc. 1.


=Day, Days.=

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill,
And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.
485
BEATTIE: _The Hermit._