Quotes About Morn

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

On the light of Liberty you saw arise the light of Peace, like "another morn," "Risen on mid-noon;" and the sky on which you closed your eye was cloudless.

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

Have hope. Though clouds environs now And gladness hides her face in scorn Put thou the shadow from thy brow - No night but hath its morn.

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn:Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn.

Every morn is a fresh beginning,      Every morn is the world made new

But to go to school on a summer morn O, it drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

A hand omnipotent, in endless space, From chaos, formed a world and found a place, Where, through the countless ages, yet unborn, A star might shine from dusk to rosy morn....

He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.

I sing the progress of a deathless soul, Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not control, Placed in most shapes; all times before the law Yoked us, and when, and since, in this I sing. And the great world to his aged evening, From infant morn, through manly noon I draw.

O Love that will not let me go I rest my weary soul in thee I give thee back the life I owe that in thine ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be. O Joy that seekest me through pain I cannot close my heart to thee I trace the rainbow through the rain and feel the promise is not vain that morn shall tearless be.

God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

and then, from that dungeon in the West, There rises up a melody, beguiling and forlorn. It is the sweet, sad, self-deceiving murderer's song, And it will not end 'til morn . . .' -- Wheldrake, The Prisoners

Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me-- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd.

Only the light from your heart can see the beauty of magnificent morn.

Foemen at morn, but friends at eve— Fame or country least their care: (What like a bullet can undeceive!)

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking, Of thee, thee, only thee.' Huge

Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, Rest your gizzards, Safe you'll be for the day. Glaux is nigh. Far away is first black, But it shall seep back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.

Softly as brown-eyed Angels rove I will return to thy alcove, And glide upon the night to thee, Treading the shadows silently. And I will give to thee, my own, Kisses as icy as the moon, And the caresses of a snake Cold gliding in the thorny brake. And when returns the livid morn Thou shalt find all my place forlorn And chilly, till the falling night. Others would rule by tenderness Over thy life and youthfulness, But I would conquer thee by fright!

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day

Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me-- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd.