And thegates of it shall not be shut at all byday: for there shall be no night there.

-Bible (NewTestament)
Revelation 21:25.

O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

-Blake,William
  Songs of Experience,'The Sick Rose'.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

-Blake,William
  Songs of Experience,'The Tyger'.

God appears and God is light To those poor souls who dwell in night, But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day.

-Blake,William
  Milton,'And Did Those Feet In  Ancient Time'.

The heavens declare the glory of God: and the firmament sheweth his handywork.One day telleth another: and one night certifieth another. There is neither speech nor language: but their voices are heard among them. Their sound isgone out into all lands: and their words into the ends of the world.

-Book of Common Prayer
Psalm19:1^4.

   There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things: there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?

-Borrow, George Henry
Lavengro, ch.25.

The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done. See Lyly 523:12.

-Bourdillon, F(rancis) W(illiam)
  Among the Flowers,'Light'.

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go.

-Bronte«  , EmilyJane
  'The Night is Darkening Round Me'.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; And, while the night isgathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away. Brooke

-Bronte«  , EmilyJane
  'Faith and Despondency', in Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell.

Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

-Browning, Robert
  Men and Women,'Popularity'.

There was a young lady named Bright Whose speed was far faster than light; She set out one day In a relative way And returned on the previous night.

-Buller, A(rthur) H(enry) Reginald
  'Relativity', published anonymously in Punch,19 Dec. Buller's claim to authorship is recorded in W S Baring-Gould The Lure of the Limerick (1968). British  historian,  notably  of  20c  Europe.  He  was  Master  of  St Catherine's College, Oxford (1960^80).

It was a dark and stormy night.

-Lytton
  Opening words of Paul Clifford.

Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An'corn rigs are bonie: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi'Annie.

-Burns, Robert
  'Song, The Rigs o' Barley', or 'Corn Rigs  Are Bonie', chorus.

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

-Burns, Robert
  'Tam o' Shanter.  A  Tale'.

She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

-Rochdale
  'She Walks in Beauty'.

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive, But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night. See Catullus 200:5.

-Campion,Thomas
A Book of  Airs, no.1,'My Sweetest Lesbia', translation of a song by Catullus.

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and brightö And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. 196

-Dodgson
  Tweedledee. Through the Looking-Glass, ch.4, 'Tweedledum and Tweedledee'.

The streets were dark with something more than night.

-Chandler, Raymond
Quoted in the Smithsonian, May1994.

And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye (So priketh hem nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.

-Chaucer, Geoffrey
  Canterbury  Tales,'General Prologue', l.9^12.

Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!

-Chaucer, Geoffrey
  Canterbury  Tales,'The Franklin's Tale', l.1016^8.