Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

It's not dark yet But it's getting there

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye; Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see Into the future. Let what will be, be.

Night falls fast. Today is the past.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

The longest Day hath an Eueninge.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

Sun, I come to see you for the last time.

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Death's in the good-bye.

The journey is over. Love to all.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

I just want to say, good night, sweet prince, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Death is a weird thing.

I'm going now. My time has come.

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

Good-bye Dr. Steve,' I said, then climbed the stairs and went to the fifth floor to die.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.