Whatever may have been my enthusiasm or impatience to be up and doing on the night before, the hour for getting up always finds me with no other ambition in the world than to be permitted to lie where I am and sleep, sleep, sleep.Not soTilman.Ihave never met anyonewith such a complete disregard for the sublime comforts of the early morning bed. However monstrously early we might decide, thenight before, toget up, hewas about at least half an hour before the time. He was generally very good about it, and used to sit placidly smoking his pipe over the fire.

-Shipton, Eric Earle
  On climbing with H W (Bill) Tilman. Nanda Devi.

Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow. Between the double and the single bell Of a ship's hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below, I have lived many lives, and this one life Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.

-Skirving, Adam
  Five Bells, title poem.The poem was written as an elegy for Joe Lynch, a friend who fell overboard from a Sydney ferry.

This is the prospect from the watershed, and when the traveller reaches it, it is a good thing to take an hour's leisure and lookout on the visible portions of the journey, since never in one's life can one seethe same view twice.

-Stark, Dame Freya Madeleine
  Perseus in theWind.

It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang.

-Stevens,Wallace
  Ideas of Order,'The Idea of Order at KeyWest'.

Who never sold the truth to serve the hour, Nor paltered with Eternal God of power.

-Tennyson
  'Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington', stanza 7, l.179^80.

Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament . . . C'est l'heure exquise. Avast and tender Calm Seems to descend From the heavens . . . This is the exquisite hour.

-Verlaine, Paul
  Poe'  mes saturniens,'La Bonne Chanson, no.6'.

For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often-times The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man.

-Wordsworth,William
  'Lines composed a few miles aboveTintern Abbey, on revisiting the banks of theWye', l.88^99.

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not.

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza10 (published1807).

Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.

-Wordsworth,William
  The River Duddon, no.34,'After-Thought', l.10^14.

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The Second Coming', l.21^2. Collected in Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921).