Morning

The morn is up again, the dewy morn,And glowing into day.

— Morning

I saw myself the lambent easy lightGild the brown horror, and dispel the night.

— Morning

Morning has broken, Fresh from the Word!

— Morning

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,With charm of earliest birds.

— Morning

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern climeAdvancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.

— Morning

Morn,Unbarr'd the gates of light.

— Morning

Till morning fairCame forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.

— Morning

Every morning I’m still alive.

— Morning

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.

— Morning

The day begins to break, and night is fled,Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.

— Morning

See how the morning opes her golden gates,Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love.

— Morning

An hour before the worshipp'd sunPeer'd from the golden window of the east.

— Morning

The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

— Morning

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.

— Morning

As when the golden sun salutes the morn,Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach.

— Morning

The busy day,And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.

— Morning

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

— Morning

This was not judgement day — only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.

— Morning

Morn in the white wake of the morning starCame furrowing all the orient into gold.

— Morning

Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn,The light that shone when Hope was born.

— Morning

The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews.

— Morning

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.

— Morning

Sacrament of morning.

— Morning

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting byAs if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

— Morning

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

— Morning

Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Into thine eyes.

— Morning

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.

— Morning

Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sunSmote the surrounding fields.

— Morning

In saffron-colored mantle from the tidesTo gods and men.

— Morning

The Morn! she is the source of sighs,The same calm quiet look she had.

— Morning

The blessed morn has come again; Away, away!

— Morning

I have heard the mavis singing To the rose just newly born.

— Morning

Hues of the rich unfolding morn,Around his path are taught to swell.

— Morning

A fine morning,I have seen better and I have seen worse.

— Morning

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

— Morning

Like pearlUpon the bashful rose.

— Morning

Under the opening eyelids of the morn.

— Morning

Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

— Morning

When did morning ever break,And find such beaming eyes awake?

— Morning

Hadn't he been blowing kisses to Earth millions of years before I was born?

— Morning

Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawnAnd spangles deck the thorn.

— Morning

If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.

— Morning

At length the morn and cold indifference came.

— Morning

Clothing the palpable and familiarWith golden exhalations of the dawn.

— Morning

But with the morning cool reflection came.

— Morning

But with the morning cool repentance came.

— Morning

Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.

— Morning

Now the frosty stars are gone:Through his vestibule of Day.

— Morning

And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows,And smite the hills with day.

— Morning

There in the windy flood of morning Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

— Morning

The yellow fog came creeping downLoomed like a bubble o'er the town.

— Morning

And the fresh air of incense-breathing mornShall wooingly embrace it.

— Morning