Quotes About Dawn

And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.

L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir! (And dawn, exalted like a host of doves - and then I've seen what men believe they've seen!)

Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré! Les aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer.

y al romper el alba les volamos con mina un baluarte con treinta fulanos dentro, despertándolos de muy mala manera y demostrando que no a todo el que madruga

y al romper el alba les volamos con mina un baluarte con treinta fulanos dentro, despertándolos de muy mala manera y demostrando que no a todo el que madruga Dios lo ayuda.

Cities each have a kind of light,a color even,or set of undertonesdetermined by the river or hillsas well as by the stoneof their countless buildings.I cannot yet recall what city this is I'm in.It must be close to dawn.

When he woke up, the dinosaur was still there.

There is a special charm to journeys undertaken before daybreak in hot lands: the air is soft and cool and the coming dawn reveals a landscape fresh from the night dew.

But from the wide roof of the sky Christ's voice peals forth with urgent cry, Calling our sleep-bound hearts to rise And greet the dawn with wakeful eyes.

Masses of red dogwood, guelder-roses, and privet hemmed them in, whilst overhead the dark tassels of the firs almost shut out the greying dawn. Not far from the stream, sprawled down the bank, was a giant Scots pine. It had torn up much of the bank in its fall, and the roots appeared in the half-darkness like the limbs of some long-dead monster.

A bowshot down the slope of winter-brown grass and broken snow, beyond the dead campfires and the sleepers cocooned in whatever covering they had been able to find, green-robed spruce and white-limbed birch stirred in a dawn wind that repeated - once only - the blessing she had received.

The thriller is not a recent invention. It probably goes back to the dawn of storytelling.

Ausentes como estábamos de todo lo que nos rodeaba, en la contemplación de ese rostro apasionante, no nos dimos cuenta de que había pasado la noche, de que había llegado hasta nosotros, disfrazada con la tibieza del deseo consumado y con la luz del alba, la muerte.

Hesperus, you herd homeward whatever Dawn's light dispersed: you herd sheep—herd goats—herd children home to their mothers.

I was dreaming of you but] just then Dawn, in her golden sandals [woke me]

Hesperus, you are The most fetching star. What Dawn flings afield You bring back together - Sheep to the fold, goats to the pen, And the child to his mother again. Nightingale, All you sing Is desire; You are the crier Of coming spring

Dawn with arms of roses

Suddenly Dawn in gold sandals

Night, you who gather in your lovely lap The things the shining dawn flung far and wide, The ewe-lamb you bring back, the straying goat, The child you lead unto its mothers side.

Age weighs heavily on me, and the knees Buckle that long ago, like fawns, pranced nimbly. I groan much but to what end? Humans simply Cannot be ageless like divinities. They say that rosy-forearmed Dawn, when stung With love, swept a sweet youth to the earth's rim - Tithonus. Even there age withered him, Bound still to a wife forever young.

Evening Star who gathers everything shining dawn scattered – you bring the sheep and the goats, you bring the child back to its mother. Most beautiful of all the stars

a delicate young girl plucking flowers Just now Dawn in golden sandals But you yourself, Kalliope I myself once wove garlands.

I have always been a night owl rather than a lark.

As dew leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So has your love, my lover, Fresh as the dawn, Made me a shining road To travel on, Set every common sight Of tree or stone Delicately alight For me alone.