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I saw myself the lambent easy light
Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night. —John Dryden

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.

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  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.

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  • Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.
  • 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", Verses (1880), p. 64

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  • Awake thee, my Lady-Love!
    Wake thee, and rise!
    The sun through the bower peeps
    Into thine eyes.
  • I’m not very good at getting up in the morning. In fact, let’s be honest here, that’s an understatement. I am appalling at getting up in the morning. My idea of morning starts about 7am-ish, preferably with a steaming cup of tea brought to me in bed, and ideally with a half-hour or so to come round slowly, maybe reading a book or something. Anything before 7am isn’t morning but part of the night before, so I was already seeing parts of the day I hadn’t realised existed.
  • 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.
  • An angel, robed in spotless white,
    Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
    Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
    Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.

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Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
—Eleanor Farjeon
  • 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!
  • The hour that dreams are brighter and winds colder,
    The hour that young love wakes on a white shoulder,
    O Master of the world, the Persian Dawn.
    That hour, O Master, shall be bright for thee:
    Thy merchants chase the morning down the sea,
    The braves who fight thy war unsheathe the sabre,
    The slaves who work thy mines are lashed to labour,
    For thee the waggons of the world are drawn—
    The ebony of night, the red of dawn!

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  • 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".
  • 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 bring 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.
  • 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!

J

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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.

K

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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.

L

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  •    A fine morning,
    Nothing's the matter with it that I know of.
    I have seen better and I have seen worse.
  • 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", in The Atlantic (May 1866), p. 552

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Morn,
Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr'd the gates of light.
—John Milton
  • Saturday mornin', jumped outta bed
    And put on my best suit.
    Got in my car and raced like a jet,
    All the way to you.
  • For see, the dapple-grey coursers of the morn
    Beat up the light with their bright silver hoofs,
    And chase it through the sky.
  • Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
    • John Milton, Lycidas, line 171
  • 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.
    • John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book V, line 1
  • Morn,
    Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
    Unbarr'd the gates of light.
    • John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book VI, line 2
  • Till morning fair
    Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
  • When did morning ever break,
    And find such beaming eyes awake?
    • Thomas Moore, "Fly not Yet", reported in Hoyt's (1922), p. 529

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  • Hadn't he been blowing kisses to Earth millions of years before I was born?
  • Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn
    And spangles deck the thorn.
    • John O'Keefe, Czar Peter (c. 1790), Act I, scene 4 (Originally "bold" for "bright")

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  • Every morning
    I wake up with the news
    of bloodshed.
    I feel my body,
    desperate to know whether
    I’m still alive.
  • If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.

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  • At length the morn and cold indifference came.

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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
This was not judgement day — only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.
—William Styron
  • Clothing the palpable and familiar
    With golden exhalations of the dawn.
    • Friedrich Schiller, The Death of Wallenstein (1799), Act V, scene 1. Coleridge's translation
  • But with the morning cool reflection came.
    • Walter Scott, The Highland Widow (1827), Introductory, Chapter IV
  • But with the morning cool repentance came.
    • Walter Scott, Rob Roy (1817), Chapter XII
  • 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.
    • William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 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, 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.
  • The busy day,
    Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,
    And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.
  • 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.
  • No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

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  • 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", Rhymes of Travel, Ballads and Poems (1849), p. 64
  • And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows,
    And smite the hills with day.
    • Bayard Taylor, The Poet's Journal (1863), 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.
  • Morn in the white wake of the morning star
    Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
  • 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.
  • Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom,
    Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
    Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
    Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
    And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes,
    And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.
  • The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews.
  • 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.

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  • 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", Poems (1881), p. 85
  • And the fresh air of incense-breathing morn
    Shall wooingly embrace it.

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  • 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, ser. 2, p. 378 (ed. 1864). Reported in Hoyt's (1922), p. 529
  • Spreading thy web with mightiest Steeds thou comest, rending apart, thou God, the black-hued mantle.
    The rays of Sūrya tremulously shining sink, like a hide, the darkness in the waters.
    • Rigveda 4.13.4 (tr. Ralph T. H. Griffith, 1896)
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