day (n.)
- aeon
- age
- annum
- century
- cycle
- date
- dawn
- daylight
- daytime
- decade
- decennary
- decennium
- dusk
- epoch
- era
- fortnight
- generation
- heyday
- hour
- indiction
- instant
- interval
- juncture
- lifetime
- light
- lunation
- luster
- lustrum
- microsecond
- millennium
- millisecond
- minute
- moment
- month
- moon
- period
- point
- prime
- quarter
- quinquennium
- season
- second
- semester
- session
- shine
- space
- span
- spell
- stage
- stretch
- sun
- sunbeam
- sunburst
- sunlight
- sunshine
- term
- time
- trimester
- twelvemonth
- twilight
- week
- weekday
- while
- year
day (v.)
day (adv.)
day (adj.)
A day after the faire.
All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights.—Constitution of Massachusetts.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.
As she lay, on that day,
In the bay of Biscay, O!
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.
Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk,—the business of the day.
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
The better day, the better deed.
The better day, the worse deed.
And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
'T is the breathing time of day with me.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd,
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Borne the burden and heat of the day.
And wisely tell what hour o' the day
The clock does strike, by algebra.
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,—
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,—
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
Westward the course of empire takes its way;
The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day:
Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.
Count that day lost whose low descending sun
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.
Author unknown.
That well by reason men it call may
The daisie, or els the eye of the day,
The emprise, and floure of floures all.
Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
"I fly from pleasure," said the prince, "because pleasure has ceased to please; I am lonely because I am miserable, and am unwilling to cloud with my presence the happiness of others."
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest, till—'t is gone, and all is gray.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
Dogs, ye have had your day!
And make each day a critic on the last.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day, and the race a life.
Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend.
Every day should be passed as if it were to be our last.
That well by reason men it call may
The daisie, or els the eye of the day,
The emprise, and floure of floures all.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire.
For ever and a day.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
The day shall come, that great avenging day
Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay,
When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall,
And one prodigious ruin swallow all.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away
In statue-like repose.
Of all the days that's in the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.
"I 've lost a day!"—the prince who nobly cried,
Had been an emperor without his crown.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.
The scene was more beautiful far to the eye
Than if day in its pride had arrayed it.
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
A day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
There's nae sorrow there, John,
There's neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair,
In the land o' the leal.
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.
As merry as the day is long.
Come to the sunset tree!
The day is past and gone;
The woodman's axe lies free,
And the reaper's work is done.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
This sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
About Pontus there are some creatures of such an extempore being that the whole term of their life is confined within the space of a day; for they are brought forth in the morning, are in the prime of their existence at noon, grow old at night, and then die.
Man's life is like unto a winter's day,—
Some break their fast and so depart away;
Others stay dinner, then depart full fed;
The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
O reader, then behold and see!
As we are now, so must you be.
The live-long day.
I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west,
Through many a weary way;
But never, never can forget
The love of life's young day.
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,—
Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Are we to mark this day with a white or a black stone?
Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
The night is long that never finds the day.
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon,
No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day,
. . . . .
No road, no street, no t' other side the way,
. . . . .
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Now's the day and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour.
If thou faint in the day of adversity thy strength is small.
In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider.
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
Ere the first day of death is fled,—
The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress,
Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore.
That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment.
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
Ere the first day of death is fled,—
The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress,
Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider.
For who hath despised the day of small things?
Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Oh, when a mother meets on high
The babe she lost in infancy,
Hath she not then for pains and fears,
The day of woe, the watchful night,
For all her sorrow, all her tears,
An over-payment of delight?
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day.
We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and parting day linger and play on its summit!
From toil he wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;
Rich, from the very want of wealth,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o'er the flowers.
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
Failed the bright promise of your early day.
For the rain it raineth every day.
For right is right, since God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.
But thou that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation.
Rome was not built in one day.
Rome was not built in a day.
Be the day never so long,
Evermore at last they ring to evensong.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
And the day star arise in your hearts.
Years following years steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
A little rule, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Of all the days that's in the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it.
Count that day lost whose low descending sun
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.
Author unknown.
No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the world than our declaration of war against Holland in 1672.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge.
The path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.
Every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!
The better day, the worse deed.
She's no chicken; she's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
And the day star arise in your hearts.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
