Hail, gentle dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!
Rejoiced I see thy purple mantle spread
O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,
And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.
The Chase, Bk. II. W.C. SOMERVILLE.
Morn in the white wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
The Princess. A. TENNYSON.
The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews.
The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet
With charms of earliest birds; pleasant the sun,
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistering with dew.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. So. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
Morn,
Waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarred the gates of light.
Paradise Lost, Bk. VI. MILTON.
Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so customed, for his sleep
Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred.
Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON.
At last, the golden orientall gate
Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre,
And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate.
Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre;
And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.
Faërie Queene, Bk. I. Canto V. E. SPENSER.
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day
Rejoicing in the east.
The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
'Tis always morning somewhere in the world,
And Eos rises, circling constantly
The varied regions of mankind. No pause
Of renovation and of freshening rays
She knows.
Orion, Bk. III. Canto III. R.H. HORNE.