MORNING QUOTES III

quotations about morning

The morning is like a window, the day like a wall, the night like a mirror.

CHANG HSI-KUO

The City Trilogy


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

"Morning Has Broken"


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

JOHN MILTON

Paradise Lost

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

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Henry VI, Part I

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

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Romeo and Juliet

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Rise early, that by habit it may become familiar, agreeable, healthy, and profitable. It may, for a while, be irksome to do this, but that will wear off; and the practice will produce a rich harvest forever thereafter; whether in public or private walks of life.

GEORGE WASHINGTON

letter to George Washington Parke Custis, January 7, 1798

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Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

EDWARD FITZGERALD

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

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Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

EDWARD FITZGERALD

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.

JOHN GALSWORTHY

The Forsyte Saga

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I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive
or awake

CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON

The Glass Child


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


Daylight appears just about to rise
To its feet, like a guest
Who's sat all night
Keeping time to lively music.

TRACY K. SMITH

"Serenade"

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The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.

ALFRED AUSTIN

Madonna's Child

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The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews.

JAMES THOMSON

"Summer", The Seasons

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Another morning soon shall rise,
Another day salute our eyes,
As smiling and as fair as she,
And make as many promises;
But do not thou
The tale believe,
They're sisters all,
And all deceive.

ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD

"The Promise of the Dawn"

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Morning ... 'tis Nature's gayest hour!

SARAH JOSEPHA HALE

"Summer Morning"

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

WILLIAM STYRON

Sophie's Choice

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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.

LORD BYRON

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

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She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.

RICHELLE MEAD

Blood Promise


I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually when I wake for I wake late) with the sun already up and in charge of the world, with little hope of anyone usurping or challenging its authority. A shot of light in the face of a poor waking human being and another slave limps wounded into the light-occupied territory.

JANET FRAME

Daughter Buffalo