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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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McDonald Clarke. (1798–1842)
    Whilst twilight’s curtain spreading far,
Was pinned with a single star. 1 
          Death in Disguise. Line 227. (Boston edition, 1833.)
    Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-shop appears,
  As the red waves of wretchedness swell;
How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years—
  The horrible Light-house of Hell!
          The Rum-hole.
Thomas Hood. (1799–1845)
    There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,—
In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
          Sonnet. Silence.
    We watched her breathing through the night,
  Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
  Kept heaving to and fro.
          The Death-Bed.
    Our very hopes belied our fears,
  Our fears our hopes belied;
We thought her dying when she slept,
  And sleeping when she died.
          The Death-Bed.
Note 1.
Variant: While twilight’s curtain gathering far
Is pinned with a single diamond star.
  Mrs. Child says: “He thus describes the closing day:—
  ‘Now twilight lets her curtain down,
  And pins it with a star.’”
  See Hood: Dream of Eugene Aram. “And drew my midnight curtain with fingers bloody red.” Cf. W. R. Alger, The Use of the Moon.
  The moon is a silver pinhead vast
  That holds the heavens tent-hangings fast. [back]