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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.

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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.


Under the opening eyelids of the morn.

 | author = Milton

 | 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.


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.

 | 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.