Morning

"Hommikune töö kuld, õhtune muld. (EVS)"

"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."

"Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day."

"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."

"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!"

"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."

"Morning, that breaker of spells and sleep."

"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you."

"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."

"Morn, 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 of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I’m still alive."

"Prayer is the key of the morning, and the bolt of the evening.."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Sacrament of morning."

"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."

"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."

"Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes."

"The breezy call of incense-breathing morn."

"Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays Smote the surrounding fields."

"In saffron-colored mantle from the tides Of Ocean rose the Morning to bright light To gods and men."

"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!"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn Upon the bashful rose."

"Under the opening eyelids of the morn."

"Flames in the forehead of the morning sky."

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

"Morgen Stunde hat Gold im Munde."

"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."