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.
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.john keats
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.john lyly
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,And echo's answering sounds,All poets' wit hath ever writIn dog-rel verse of hounds.thomas hood
One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.thomas gray
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.thomas hood
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.john milton
One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate.thomas moore
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
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut down at eve; It shows our decay, we are but clay. Think on this when you smoak Tobacco.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.Oliver Goldsmith
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.john milton
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 snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.Robert Burns
The first wan cowslip, wet With tears of the first morn.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue Shook their rich tresses to the morn.james montgomery
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.thomas gray
morn in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold.