How oft my guardian angel gently cried, Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shall see How he persists to knock and wait for thee! And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, To-morrow we will open, I replied, And when the morrow came I answered still, To-morrow. Lope de VegaTo-morrow. Longfellows trans. L. 9.
Never do but one thing at a time, and never put off till to-morrow what you can do today. Chesterfield. Attributed also to DeWitt, Grand Pensionary of Holland.
A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies. Mary ClemmerTo-morrow.
In the downhill of life, when I find Im declining, May my lot no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that oerlooks the wide sea; With an ambling pad-pony to pace oer the lawn, While I carol away idle sorrow, And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn, Look forward with hope for to-morrow. John CollinsTo-morrow. Found in the Golden Treasury of Best Songs and Lyrical Poems.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrows Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlookd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please. CongreveLetter to Cobham. L. 61.
To-morrow, didst thou say? Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow! Go toI will not hear of it. To-morrow! Tis a sharperwho stakes his penury Against thy plentytakes thy ready cash, And pays thee naught but wishes, hopes, and promises, The currency of idiotsinjurious bankrupt, That gulls the easy creditor! Nathaniel CottonTo-morrow.
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrows falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest. DrydenAureng-zebe. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Oh! to be wafted away From this black Aceldama of sorrow, Where the dust of an earthy to-day, Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow. W. S. GilbertHeart-Foam.
Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. LongfellowTo-Morrow.
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest. And I make answer: I am satisfied; I dare not ask; I know not what is best; God hath already said what shall betide. LongfellowTo-Morrow.
Theres a fount about to stream, Theres a light about to beam, Theres a warmth about to glow, Theres a flower about to blow; Theres a midnight blackness changing Into gray; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way. Charles MackayClear the Way. In Voices from the Crowd.
To-morrow you will live, you always cry; In what fair country does this morrow lie, That tis so mighty long ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear Twill be both very old and very dear. To-morrow I will live, the fool does say: To-day itselfs too late;the wise lived yesterday. MartialEpigrams. Bk. V. Ep. LVIII.
This day was yesterday to-morrow namd: To-morrow shall be yesterday proclaimed: To-morrow not yet come, not far away, What shall to-morrow then be calld? To-day. OwenTo-Day and To-Morrow. Bk. III. L. 50.
Cum altera lux venit Jam cras hesternum consumpsimus; ecce aliud cras Egerit hos annos, et semper paulum erit ultra. When another day has arrived, we will find that we have consumed our yesterdays to-morrow; another morrow will urge on our years, and still be a little beyond us. PersiusSatires. V. 67.
To-morrow, what delight is in to-morrow! What laughter and what music, breathing joy, Float from the woods and pastures, wavering down, Dropping like echoes through the long to-day, Where childhood waits with weary expectation. T. B. ReadThe New Pastoral. Bk. VI. L. 163.
Nemo tamen divos habuit faventeis Crastinum ut possit sibi polliceri. No one has had gods so favourable to him that he can promise himself a morrow. SenecaThyestes. Act III. L. 619.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 19.
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old, and strong and weak, Rich and poor; through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet smiles we ever seek, In thy placeah! well-a-day! We find the thing we fledTo-day! ShelleyTo-Morrow.
To-morrow yet would reap to-day, As we bear blossoms of the dead; Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay. TennysonLove Thou the Land. St. 24.
Some say to-morrow never comes, A saying oft thought right; But if to-morrow never came, No end were of to-night. The fact is this, time flies so fast, That eer weve time to say To-morrows come, presto! behold! To-morrow proves To-day. Author Unknown. From Notes and Queries. Fourth Series. Vol. XII.