"Lamplit" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... side to the poetry of Mr. Hodgson, which one would hardly suspect after reading his outdoor verse. The lamplit silence of the library is as charming to him as the fragrant silence of the woods. He is as much of a recluse among books as he is among flowers. No poet of today seems more self-sufficient. Although a lover of humanity, ...
— The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth Century • William Lyon Phelps
... of its significance, strips poor humanity of any semblance of impressive or attractive meaning, at night the effect is just the reverse. What a fairy-world is this opening out beneath our feet, with its golden glowing squares and circles and palaces, with its lamplit gardens and pagodas! and who are these gay and beautiful beings flitting hither and thither, and passing from one bright garden to another on the stream of pleasure? If this many-coloured, passionate dream be really human life, let us hasten to be ...
— Prose Fancies (Second Series) • Richard Le Gallienne
... mercy of a phantom Katharine, who came to him when he sat alone, and answered him as he would have her answer, and was always beside him to crown those varying triumphs which were transacted almost every night, in imaginary scenes, as he walked through the lamplit streets home from the office. To walk with Katharine in the flesh would either feed that phantom with fresh food, which, as all who nourish dreams are aware, is a process that becomes necessary from time to time, or refine it to such a degree of thinness that it was scarcely ...
— Night and Day • Virginia Woolf
... has been on the whole a burden, though there has been a certain joy no doubt in the fierce intellectual struggle of it. And to-night it seems so nearly over! A cold prescience of death creeps over the squire as he sits in the lamplit silence. His eye seems to be actually penetrating the eternal vastness which lies about our life. He feels himself old, feeble, alone. The awe, the terror which are at the root of all religions have fallen ...
— Robert Elsmere • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... had struck upon Some others' like it, I found. And her lover rose on the night anon; And then her husband entered on The lamplit, snowflaked, sloppiness around. ...
— Late Lyrics and Earlier • Thomas Hardy
... from a book, And pondered on the high words spoken of old, Pacing a lamplit room: but soon forsook The golden sentences that ...
— Forty-Two Poems • James Elroy Flecker
... breathless, Chris was unaware that he had moved closer to peer out the window in every direction. No electric signs, no lamplit streets. Going as far as the wall to his left and leaning forward, Chris looked up toward ...
— Mr. Wicker's Window • Carley Dawson
... "Oh, it's you," the young women replied. All old people and many sick people were drawn, were it only for a foot or two, into the open air, and prognosticated pleasant things about the course of the world. As for the confidences and expressions of love that were heard not only in cornfields but in lamplit rooms, where the windows opened on the garden, and men with cigars kissed women with grey hairs, they were not to be counted. Some said that the sky was an emblem of the life to come. Long-tailed birds clattered and screamed, and crossed ...
— The Voyage Out • Virginia Woolf
... solitary gleams the lamplit street Waiting the far-off morn! How softly from the unresting city blows The murmur borne Down this deserted way! Dim loiterers pass home with stealthy feet. Now only, sudden at their interval, The lofty chimes awaken and let fall Deep thrills of ordered ...
— Poems of To-Day: an Anthology • Various |
