Careful Words

midnight (n.)

Midnight brought on the dusky hour

Friendliest to sleep and silence.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 667.

Comus and his midnight crew.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Ode for Music. Line 2.

And bear about the mockery of woe

To midnight dances and the public show.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57.

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,

And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

Mrs Barbauld (1743-1825): A Summer's Evening Meditation.

Fly not yet; 't is just the hour

When pleasure, like the midnight flower

That scorns the eye of vulgar light,

Begins to bloom for sons of night

And maids who love the moon.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Fly not yet.

What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,

Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours

Weeping upon his bed has sate,

He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): Motto, Hyperion. Book i.

It was the calm and silent night!

Seven hundred years and fifty-three

Had Rome been growing up to might,

And now was queen of land and sea.

No sound was heard of clashing wars,

Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;

Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars

Held undisturbed their ancient reign

In the solemn midnight,

Centuries ago.

Alfred Domett (1811-1887): Christmas Hymn.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.

Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,

With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. II. 3, Line 11.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil

O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?

John Gay (1688-1732): Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher.

Fairy elves,

Whose midnight revels by a forest side

Or fountain some belated peasant sees,

Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon

Sits arbitress.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781.

Midnight shout and revelry,

Tipsy dance and jollity.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 103.

The stars of midnight shall be dear

To her; and she shall lean her ear

In many a secret place

Where rivulets dance their wayward round,

And beauty born of murmuring sound

Shall pass into her face.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Three years she grew in Sun and Shower.