quotations about morning
Dawn, thy opportunity is full! We, alas, know not the meaning of thy gorgeous page. Dazed we watch thy letters pale; cold embers, left upon the sky; Life's opportunity flickering into naught.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The little twittering birds laugh in his way
And poise triumphant on his shining arm.
He bears a sword of flame but not to harm
The wakened life that feels his quickening sway
And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!"
Take by his grace a new and alien charm.
But in the city, like a wounded thing
That limps to cover from the angry chase,
He steals down streets where sickly arc-lights sing,
And wanly mock his young and shameful face;
And tiny gongs with cruel fervor ring
In many a high and dreary sleeping place.
JOYCE KILMER
"Alarm Clocks"
Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word!
ELEANOR FARJEON
"Morning Has Broken"
The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.
EMILY DICKINSON
"The sun just touched the morning"
The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews.
JAMES THOMSON
"Summer", The Seasons
The morning is like a window, the day like a wall, the night like a mirror.
CHANG HSI-KUO
The City Trilogy
Each morning is a fresh beginning. We are, as it were, just beginning life. We have it entirely in our own hands. And when the morning with its fresh beginning comes, all yesterdays should be yesterdays, with which we have nothing to do. Sufficient is it to know that the way we lived our yesterday has determined for us our today.
RALPH WALDO TRINE
In Tune With the Infinite
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY
In Our Time
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my f***ed up little life.
CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON
Empty Roads & Broken Bottles
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
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
Dawn of a brighter, whiter day
Than ever blessed us with its ray--
A dawn beneath whose purer light all guilt and wrong shall fade away.
ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN
"Spring at the Capital"
I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, "aw shit, he's up!"
STEVE MARABOLI
Unapologetically You
Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn,
Draw forth the cheerful day from night;
O Father, touch the east, and light
The light that shone when Hope was born.
ALFRED TENNYSON
In Memoriam A.H.H.
An end is come, the end is come, the morning is come unto thee, O thou that dwellest in the land; behold the day, the morning is gone forth.
BIBLE
Ezekiel 7:6-7
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
EMILY DICKINSON
"Out of the Morning"
One may be alive in the morning,
Then dead at night,
Changing worlds in an instant,
We are like the spring frost,
Like the morning dew
Suddenly gone.
GUISHAN LINGYOU
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
EDWARD FITZGERALD
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
It is only in the morning that one should marry, read unfavourable reviews, make one's will, beat one's servants, and so forth.
E. T. A. HOFFMANN
"Princess Brambilla", The Golden Pot and Other Tales
Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous;
gray light streaking each bare branch,
each single twig, along one side,
making another tree, of glassy veins.
ELIZABETH BISHOP
"Five Flights Up"
It is not bird, it has no nest;
Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed,
Nor tambourine, nor man;
It is not hymn from pulpit read--
The morning stars the treble led
On time's first afternoon!
EMILY DICKINSON
"Melodies Unheard"