It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
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Paul Clifford
by
Edward Bulwer-Lytton
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
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A Midsummer Night's Dream
by
William Shakespeare
They never pulled the curtains till it was too dark to see, nor shut the windows till it was too cold. Why shut out the day before it was over? The flowers were still bright; the birds chirped. You could see more in the evening often when nothing interrupted, when there was no fish to order, no telephone to answer.
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Between the Acts
by
Virginia Woolf
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness.
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To the Lighthouse
by
Virginia Woolf
At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
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The Great Gatsby
by
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The longest way must have its close,—the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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Uncle Tom's Cabin
by
Harriet Beecher Stowe
One night—it was in June, '89—there came a ring to my bell, about the hour when a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock.
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The Man with the Twisted Lip
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Ulysses
by
James Joyce
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.
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Barnaby Rudge
by
Charles Dickens
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
by
William Shakespeare