Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve.
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MILTON: _Par. Lost.,_ Bk. iv., Line 323.


=Evening.=

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
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LONGFELLOW: _The Day is Done._

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;
The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;
The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep;
And evening's breath, wandering here and there
Over the quivering surface of the stream,
Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream.
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SHELLEY: _Evening._


=Evil.=

Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear!
Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost.