Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Hour
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale’s high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers’ vows
Seem sweet in every whisper’d word.
Byron.—Parisina, Section I.
Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour,
Improve each moment as it flies;
Life’s a short summer—man a flower,
He dies—alas! 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.