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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.never I have been sleep nor awakwed,
- DAWN, n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach, and otherwise mortifying the flesh. They then point with pride to these practices as the cause of their sturdy health and ripe years; the truth being that they are hearty and old, not because of their habits, but in spite of them. The reason we find only robust persons doing this thing is that it has killed all the others who have tried it.
- Ambrose Bierce, The Cynic's Dictionary (1906); republished as The Devil's Dictionary (1911).
- 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.
- 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.
- Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word!
- Eleanor Farjeon, in "Morning Has Broken" (1931).
- On, on we went, till at last the east began to blush like the cheek of a girl. Then there came faint rays of primrose light, that changed presently to golden bars, through which the dawn glided out across the desert. The stars grew pale and paler still, till at last they vanished; the golden moon waxed wan, and her mountain ridges stood out against her sickly face like the bones on the cheek of a dying man. Then came spear upon spear of light flashing far away across the boundless wilderness, piercing and firing the veils of mist, till the desert was draped in a tremulous golden glow, and it was day.
- H. Rider Haggard, King Solomon's Mines (1885), Chapter 5, "Our March into the Desert".
- Morning, that breaker of spells and sleep.
- Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Romance and Reality (1831, Volume 1, Chapter 4.
- Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds.
- Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.
Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr'd the gates of light.
- Till morning fair
Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
- Every morning
I wake up with the news
I feel my body,
desperate to know whether
I’m still alive.
- Suman Pokhrel, Every Morning
- Prayer is the key of the morning,
and the bolt of the evening..
- Mahatma Gandhi, (1869-1948),
- But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
- The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
- 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.
- An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd from the golden window of the east.
- The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
- Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
- As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach.
- The busy day,
Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.
- No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
- This was not judgement day — only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.
- 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.
- 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.
- The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews.
- James Thomson, The Seasons, Summer (1727), line 47.
- The Sun was still in bed, but there was a lightness in the sky over the Hundred Acre Wood which seemed to show that it was waking up and would soon be kicking off its clothes.
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.
- 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,
- 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 (1624).
- 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.
- 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.