O tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire; One morn is in the mighty heaven, And one in our desire.
So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. But I can telllet truth be told That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chillyautumn breeze; She had no knowledge when the day was done, And the new morn she saw not: but in peace Hung over her sweet Basil evermore, And moistened it with tears unto the core.john keats
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
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,It leaps in the sky.robert bridges
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
IT tossed and tossed, A little brig I knew, O’ertook by blast, It spun and spun, And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and slipped, As one that drunken stepped; Its white foot tripped, Then dropped from sight. Ah, brig, good-night To crew and you; The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue, To break for you.
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
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
Alone the varying road of life, In calm content, in toil or strife, At morn or noon, by night or day, As time conducts him on his way, How oft doth man, by care oppressed, Find in an Inn a place of rest.
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.
Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed, And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast; There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow.Alexander Pope
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.
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
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.john milton
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.john milton
Like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn Upon the bashful rose.thomas middleton
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined. No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet.lord byron
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.Robert Burns
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