What did John Donne mean by: Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s. - John Donne Poet · England Copy
+ He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Donne, Book, Desire, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ What if this present were the world’s last night? Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, John Donne, History, Night, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep. Feraz Zeid, July 25, 2023December 12, 2023, John Donne, Sleep, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Donne, Doubt, Phrases, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine. Feraz Zeid, June 18, 2023December 12, 2023, John Donne, Eye, Faces, Friendship, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ How imperfect is all our knowledge! Feraz Zeid, October 14, 2023December 26, 2023, John Donne, Imperfect, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ Sleep is pain’s easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Donne, Office, Pain, Sleep, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
+ At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Donne, Angel, Blow, Earth, 0 - John Donne Poet · England
Stay up and really burn the midnight oil. There are no compromises. - Leontyne Price Opera singer · USA
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
Repentance is the turning of the soul from the way of midnight to the point of the coming sun. - Henry Ward Beecher
There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son. - Aleister Crowley Poet · England
And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show. Explain - Alexander Pope Poet · England
Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind. - Dean Koontz Author · USA
