Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Romantic poet
St. 1 <br class="br"> Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley/17889 (1821)
Evolution (1895; 1909)
Context: Yet happy we lived and happy we loved,
And happy we died once more;
Our forms were rolled in the clinging mold
Of a Neocomian shore.
The eons came and the eons fled
And the sleep that wrapped us fast
Was riven away in a newer day
And the night of death was past.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Romantic poet
St. 1 <br class="br"> Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley/17889 (1821)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Foresters
Song, Act I, Scene ii
The Foresters, Robin Hood and Maid Marion (1892)
“Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.”
Hesiod Greek poet
Source: The Theogony (c. 700 BC), line 754.
John Crowe Ransom (1888–1974) American poet
"Janet Waking", line 25, from Two Gentlemen in Bonds (1927).
“But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.”
John Milton (1608–1674) English epic poet
On His Deceased Wife (c. 1658)
“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.”
Leonardo Da Vinci (1452–1519) Italian Renaissance polymath
The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci (1938), I Philosophy