The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.thomas gray
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn.william shakespeare
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking.walter scott
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.erasmus darwin
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking.walter scott
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the river Dee; He worked and sung from morn till night:No lark more blithe than he.Isaac Bickerstaffe
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.john lyly
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.thomas hood
Friar Lawrence alone, with a basket The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day’s path and Titan’s burning wheels. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry. I must spill this oster cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day.william shakespeare
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.Oliver Goldsmith
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.william shakespeare
And the fresh air of incense-breathing morn Shall wooingly embrace it.william wordsworth
The first wan cowslip, wet With tears of the first morn.
morn in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold.