„All Heaven, all Pandemonium are his escort. The stars keen-glancing, from the Immensities, send tidings to him; the graves, silent with their dead, from the Eternities. Deep calls for him unto Deep.“
— Thomas Carlyle Scottish philosopher, satirical writer, essayist, historian and teacher 1795 - 1881
Context: Not a May-game is this man's life; but a battle and a march, a warfare with principalities and powers. No idle promenade through fragrant orange-groves and green flowery spaces, waited on by the choral Muses and the rosy Hours: it is a stern pilgrimage through burning sandy solitudes, through regions of thick-ribbed ice. He walks among men; loves men, with inexpressible soft pity,—as they cannot love him: but his soul dwells in solitude, in the uttermost parts of Creation. In green oases by the palm-tree wells, he rests a space; but anon he has to journey forward, escorted by the Terrors and the Splendours, the Archdemons and Archangels. All Heaven, all Pandemonium are his escort. The stars keen-glancing, from the Immensities, send tidings to him; the graves, silent with their dead, from the Eternities. Deep calls for him unto Deep.
„He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs,
With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars;
Winds take a pensive tone and stars a tender fire
And visions rise and change which kill me with desire.“
— Emily Brontë English novelist and poet 1818 - 1848
„Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night.
Sleep, sleep: in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.“
— William Blake English Romantic poet and artist 1757 - 1827
A Cradle Song, st. 1
„Who knows but on their sleep may rise
Such light as never heaven let through
To lighten earth from Paradise?“
— Algernon Charles Swinburne English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic 1837 - 1909
A Baby's Death.
„The stars you see at night are the unblinking eyes of sleeping elephants, who sleep with one eye open to best keep watch over us.“
— Gregory Colbert Canadian photographer 1960
Ashes and Snow : A Novel in Letters (2005) Flying Elephants Press
— Walter Scott Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771 - 1832
Canto III, stanza 24.
— George Gordon Byron English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788 - 1824
„As stars in the night sky glittering
round the moon's brilliance blaze in all their glory
when the air falls to a sudden, windless calm...
all the lookout peaks stand out and the jutting cliffs
and the steep ravines and down from the high heavens bursts
the boundless, bright air and all the stars shine clear
and the shepherd's heart exults.“
— Homér Ancient Greek epic poet, author of the Iliad and the Odyssey 750
VIII. 551–555 (tr. Robert Fagles). Alexander Pope's translation: : As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies.
„Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.“
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie
Part I, section 3.
„Slowly the joy of flower and bird
Did like a tide withdraw;
And in the heaven a silent star
Smiled on me, infinitely far.“
— Francis William Bourdillon British poet 1852 - 1921
Context: p>I walk as one unclothed of flesh, I wash my spirit clean; I see old miracles afresh, And wonders yet unseen. I will not leave Thee till Thou give Some word whereby my soul may live!I listened — but no voice I heard; I looked — no likeness saw; Slowly the joy of flower and bird Did like a tide withdraw; And in the heaven a silent star Smiled on me, infinitely far.</p " The Chantry Of The Cherubim http://www.bartleby.com/236/219.html" in The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse (1917) by D. H. S. Nicholson.
„I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley English Romantic poet 1792 - 1822
The Indian Serenade http://www.poetry-archive.com/s/the_indian_serenade.html (1819), st. 1