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Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven
That from the East glad message brings.—T. B. ALDRICH, Day and Night
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When shall I see those halcyon days?—ARISTOPHANES, The Clouds
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The long days are no happier than the short ones.—PHILIP J. BAILEY, Festus
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My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle.—Bible, Job 7:6
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Days should speak and multitude of years should teach wisdom.—Bible, Job 32:7
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Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge.—Bible, Psalms 19:2
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Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,
And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.—RUPERT BROOKE, Day That I Have Loved
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So here hath been dawning
Another blue day:
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?—CARLYLE, Today
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All comes out even at the end of the day.—Quoted by WINSTON CHURCHILL
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Daughters of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.—EMERSON, Days
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.—THOMAS GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
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Hide me from day's garish eye.—MILTON, Il Penseroso
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How troublesome is day!
It calls us from our sleep away;
It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake,
And sends us forth to keep or break
Our promises to pay.—T. L. PEACOCK, How Troublesome is Day
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A bad day never bath a good night.—Proverb
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O, such a day,
So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV
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The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton.—SHAKESPEARE, King John
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What bath this day deserved? what bath it done
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the calendar?—SHAKESPEARE, King John
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In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.—SHAKESPEARE, Love's Labour's Lost
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We burn daylight.—SHAKESPEARE, The Merry Wives of Windsor
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He makes a July's day short as December.—SHAKESPEARE, The Winter's Tale
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There is nothing more universally commended than a fine day; the reason is that people can commend it without envy.—W. SHENSTONE
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A day can prostrate and upraise again
All that is human.—SOPHOCLES, Ajax
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I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, and not my love to see.—EDMUND SPENSER, Daphnaida
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But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.—TENNYSON, Break, Break, Break
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A life that leads melodious days.—TENNYSON, In Memoriam
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One of those heavenly days that cannot die.—WORDSWORTH, Nutting