Morning

Morning is the part of the day usually reckoned from dawn to noon. The word morning originally referred to the sunrise. Morning precedes midday, afternoon, and night in the sequence of a day.

Quotes

• The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
  With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
  Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
  And living as if earth contained no tomb,—
  And glowing into day.
  • Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III (1816), Stanza 98.

• Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
  With charm of earliest birds.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 641.

• Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
  Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book V, line 1.

• Morn,
  Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
  Unbarr'd the gates of light.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book VI, line 2.

• Till morning fair
  Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
  • John Milton, Paradise Regained (1671), Book IV, line 426.

• But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
  Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
  • William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act I, scene 1, line 166.

• The day begins to break, and night is fled,
  Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
  • William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part I (c. 1588-90), Act II, scene 2, line 1.

• See how the morning opes her golden gates,
  And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
  How well resembles it the prime of youth,
  Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love.
  • William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part III (c. 1591), Act II, scene 1, line 21.

• An hour before the worshipp'd sun
  Peer'd from the golden window of the east.
  • William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1597), Act I, scene 1, line 125.

• The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
  Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
  • William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1597), Act II, scene 3, line 1.

• Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
  Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
  • William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1597), Act III, scene 5, line 9.

• As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
  And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
  Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach.
  • William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus, Act II, scene 1, line 6.

• The busy day,
  Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,
  And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.
  • William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida (c. 1602), Act IV, scene 2, line 8.

• No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
  • Bram Stoker, in Dracula (1897).

• Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn,
  Draw forth the cheerful day from night;
  O Father, touch the east, and light
  The light that shone when Hope was born.
  • Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part XXX.

• The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews.
  • James Thomson, The Seasons, Summer (1727), line 47.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 528-30.

• Sacrament of morning.
  • Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sabbath at Sea, Stanza 6, last line.

• The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by
  As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.
  • William Cullen Bryant, Strange Lady.

• Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
  From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
  Softly and still it grows and grows,
  Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
  • Susan Coolidge, The Morning Comes Before the Sun.

• Awake thee, my Lady-Love!
  Wake thee, and rise!
  The sun through the bower peeps
  Into thine eyes.
  • George Darley, Sylvia; or, The May Queen, Act IV, scene 1.

• I saw myself the lambent easy light
  Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
  • John Dryden, The Hind and the Panther (1687), Part II, line 1,230.

• The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.
  • Thomas Gray, Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 5.

• Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun
  Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays
  Smote the surrounding fields.
  • Homer, The Iliad, Book VII, line 525. Bryant's translation.

• In saffron-colored mantle from the tides
  Of Ocean rose the Morning to bright light
  To gods and men.
  • Homer, The Iliad, Book XIX, line 1. Bryant's translation.

• 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.
  • Thomas Hood, Ode to Melancholy.

• 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.
  • John Keble, The Christian Year, Morning.

• A fine morning,
  Nothing's the matter with it that I know of.
  I have seen better and I have seen worse.
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, Part III. John Endicott, Act V, scene 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.
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, To-morrow.

• Like pearl
  Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn
  Upon the bashful rose.
  • Thomas Middleton, Game of Chess.

• Under the opening eyelids of the morn.
  • John Milton, Lycidas, line 26.

• Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
  • John Milton, Lycidas, line 171.

• When did morning ever break,
  And find such beaming eyes awake?
  • Thomas 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 Müller, Lectures on the Science of Language, Section 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.

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

• If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.
  • Psalms. CXXXIX. 9.

• At length the morn and cold indifference came.
  • Nicholas Rowe, The Fair Penitent (1703), Act I. 1.

• Clothing the palpable and familiar
  With golden exhalations of the dawn.
  • Friedrich Schiller, The Death of Wallenstein, Act V, scene 1. Coleridge's translation.

• But with the morning cool reflection came.
  • Walter Scott, Highland Widow, Introductory, Chapter IV.

• But with the morning cool repentance came.
  • Walter Scott, Rob Roy, Chapter XII.

• Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!
  Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread
  O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,
  And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.
  • William Somervile, The Chase, Book II, line 79.

• Now the frosty stars are gone:
  I have watched them one by one,
  Fading on the shores of Dawn.
  Round and full the glorious sun
  Walks with level step the spray,
  Through his vestibule of Day.
  • Bayard Taylor, And in the Cloven Pine.

• And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows,
  And smite the hills with day.
  • Bayard Taylor, The Poet's Journal, Third Evening, Morning.

• There in the windy flood of morning
  Longing lifted its weight from me,
  Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
  Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
  • Sara Teasdale, Leaves.

• Morn in the white wake of the morning star
  Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
  • Alfred Tennyson, The Princess (1847), Part III, line 1.

• The yellow fog came creeping down
  The bridges, till the houses' walls
  Seemed changed to shadows, and St. Paul's
  Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
  • Oscar Wilde, Impression du Matin.

• And the fresh air of incense-breathing morn
  Shall wooingly embrace it.
  • William Wordsworth, Ecclesiastical Sonnets, XL.