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The Morn! she is the source of sighs, The very face to make us sad; If but to think in other times The same calm quiet look she had. Hood — Ode to Melancholy. </poem>

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The blessed morn has come again;
The early gray
Taps at the slumberer's window pane.
And seems to say,
Break, break from the enchanter's chain,
Away, away!
Ralph Hoyt — Snow. A Winter Sketch.

I have heard the mavis singing
Its love-song to the morn;
I've seen the dew-drop clinging
To the rose just newly born.
Charles Jeffreys — Mary of Argyle.

Hues of the rich unfolding morn,
That, ere the glorious sun be born,
By some soft touch invisible
Around his path are taught to swell.
Keble — The Christian Year. Morning.
• s A fine morning,
Nothing's the matter with it that I know of.
I have seen better and I have seen worse.
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 | work = Christus. Pt. III. John Endicott. Act V. Sc. 2.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.
 | author = Longfellow
 | work = To-morrow.
 Like pearl
Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn
Upon the bashful rose.
Middleton — Game of Chess.
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 | text = Under the opening eyelids of the morn.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Lycidas. L. 26.

Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Lycidas. L. 171.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 641.
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 1.
Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr'd the gates of light.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost. Bk. VI. L. 2.
 Till morning fair
Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
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 | work = Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 426.

When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?
Moore — Fly not Yet.
Morgen Stunde hat Gold im Munde.
The morning hour has gold in the mouth.
For history of the saying see Max Miller —
Lectures on the Science of Language. Sec.
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Hadn't he been blowing kisses to Earth millions

of years before I was born?

James Oppenheim — Morning and I.

Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn
And spangles deck the thorn.
John O'Keefe — Tzar Peter. Act I. Sc. 4.
(Originally "bold" for "bright.