Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Night

Into the darkness and the hush of night
  Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away,
  And with it fade the phantoms of the day,
  The ghosts of men and things, that haunt the light,
The crowd, the clamor, the pursuit, the flight,
  The unprofitable splendor and display,
  The agitations, and the cares that prey
  Upon our hearts, all vanish out of sight.
The better life begins; the world no more
  Molests us; all its records we erase
  From the dull commonplace book of our lives,
That like a palimpsest is written o'er
  With trivial incidents of time and place,
  And lo! the ideal, hidden beneath, revives.

1. The Four Lakes of Madison
2. In the Churchyard at Cambridge
3. The Four Princesses at Wilna
4. The Baron of St. Castine
5. Eliot's Oak

Ann Radcliffe (Анна Рэдклиф) Night ("Now Ev'ning fades! her pensive step retires")

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