|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|It is the hour when from the boughs|
The nightingales high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers vows
Seem sweet in every whisperd word.
Byron.Parisina, Section I.
|Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour,|
Improve each moment as it flies;
Lifes a short summerman a flower,
He diesalas! how soon he dies!
Dr. Johnson.An Ode on Winter, Verse 9.
|But just as he began to tell,|
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell,
Some wee short hour ayont the twal,
Which raised us baith.
Burns.Death and Dr. Hornbook, Verse 31.