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Tag Name "Morn" (73)
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Morn on the waters, and purple and bright Bursts on the billows the flushing of light O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on.
Thomas Kibble Hervey
In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.
Walter Savage Landor
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
William Blake
O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass Night is worn And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.
William Blake
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
William Butler Yeats
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.
William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
William Shakespeare
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
William Shakespeare
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What means this glory round our feet, The Magi mused, more bright than morn! And voices chanted clear and sweet, To-day the Prince of Peace is born.
James Russell Lowell
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Thomas Hood
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.
John Clare
She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Thomas Hood
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
John Greenleaf Whittier
None but the lark so shrill and clear Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
John Lyly
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.
John Milton
And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
John Milton
The second somebody dies somebody else is born People are celebrating while other people morn Home may be home to you but to me it's foreign Even the matador don't pull the bull by the horns
Aceyalone
Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind
Juliet Marillier
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.
Madison Cawein
The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
September morn Do you remember how we danced that night away Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play September morning still can make me feel this way.
Neil Diamond
Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers, And folded winds no blossom in the bowers A poet's face asleep in this grey morn. Now in the midst of the old world forlorn A mystic child is set in these still hours. I keep this time, even before the flowers, Sacred to all the young and the unborn.
Alice Meynell
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