“the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.”

“the dewy night unrolls a heaven thickly jewelled with sparkling stars”

“[He]Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air,Then cleft the man's brow square between the templesCutting his head in two -- a dreadful gashBetween the cheeks all beardless. Earth resoundedQuivering at the great shock of his weightAs he went tumbling down in all his armor,Drenched with blood and brains; in equal halvesHis head hung this and that way from his shoulders.”

“..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...”

“Death's brother, sleep.”

“It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air---there's the rub...”

“There are twin Gates of Sleep. One, they say, is called the Gate of Horn and it offers easy passage to all true shades. The other glistens with ivory, radiant, flawless, but through it the dead send false dreams up toward the sky. And here Anchises, his vision told in full, escorts his son and Sibyl both and shows them out now through the Ivory Gate.”