Quotes About Hush'd

Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat,With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,Or where the beetle windsHis small but sullen horn.

And deeper is the hush'd delight, When, with her mild and mellowing light, The full-orb'd moon on high In gentle majesty comes forth, Shedding her beauty on the earth, Her glory through the sky.