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MORNING MORNING

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.

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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.

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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.



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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.


 | author = Longfellow | work = Christus. Pt. III. John Endicott. Act V. Sc. 2.





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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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Under the opening eyelids of the morn.



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 | work = Lycidas. L. 26.







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Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.




 | author = Milton




 | work = Lycidas. L. 171.









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Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,





With charm of earliest birds.





 | author = Milton





 | work = Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 641.





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Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime





Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.





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 | work = Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 1.





 Morn,





Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand





Unbarr'd the gates of light.





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 | work = Paradise Lost. Bk. VI. L. 2.





 Till morning fair





Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.





 | author = Milton





 | work = Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 426.











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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.






Series. P. 378. (Ed. 1864)






 






Hadn't he been blowing kisses to Earth millions






of years before I was born?






James Oppenheim — Morning and I.













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Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn







And spangles deck the thorn.







John O'Keefe — Tzar Peter. Act I. Sc. 4.







(Originally "bold" for "bright.