"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!"

"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."

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

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

"The breezy call of incense-breathing morn."

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

"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."

"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."

"Sacrament of 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."

"The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews."

"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."

"Morn in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold."

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

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

"The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer."

"As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach."

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

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

"An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd from the golden window of the east."

"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."

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

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

"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."

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

"Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I’m still alive."

"Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray."

"Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light."

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

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

"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."

"Morning, that breaker of spells and sleep."

"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 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!"

"I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night."

"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."

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

"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."

"In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand."

"Fancy with prophetic glance Sees the teeming months advance; The field, the forest, green and gay; The dappled slope, the tedded hay; Sees the reddening orchard blow, The Harvest wave, the vintage flow."

"Think, oh, grateful think! How good the God of Harvest is to you; Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields, While those unhappy partners of your kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole."

"And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care."

"Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green, At the true harvest can but glean."

"For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home, Th' invited neighbors to the husking come; A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play Unite their charms to cheer the hours away."

"Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap."

"I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle. And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe."

"My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to finish his work. Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together. And herein is that saying true, One soweth, and another reapeth. I sent you to reap that whereon ye bestowed no labour: other men laboured, and ye are entered into their labours."

"The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest. Go your ways: behold, I send you forth as lambs among wolves. Carry neither purse, nor scrip, nor shoes: and salute no man by the way. And into whatsoever house ye enter, first say, Peace be to this house. And if the son of peace be there, your peace shall rest upon it: if not, it shall turn to you again."