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The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was. Douglas Adams, Life, The Universe and Everything
It is early, early morning. It’s that time when it’s still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying. Markus Zusak, Underdog
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
Abby, me darling. Top o’ the morning to you. Ray Donovan s1e2: A Mouth is a Mouth starring Liev Schreiber & Paul Malcomson & Jon Voight & Eddie Marson & Dash Mihok & Steven Bauer et al, Mickey, Showtime 2013
One of these mornings the sun’s going to come up and burn a hole clean through the planet. Wild at Heart 1990 starring Nicolas Cage and Laura Dern & Willem Dafoe & J E Freeman & Crispin Glover & Diane Ladd & Isabella Rossellini & Harry Dean Stanton et al, director David Lynch, her to him
Morning has broken
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird ... Eleanor Farjeon, Children’s Bells 1957
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. J B Priestley
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 III:98
Then there came faint rays of primrose light, that changed presently to golden bars, through which the dawn glided out across the desert. The stars grew pale and paler still, till at last they vanished; the golden moon waxed wan, and her mountain ridges stood out against her sickly face like the bones on the cheek of a dying man. Then came spear upon spear of light flashing far away across the boundless wilderness, piercing and firing the veils of mist, till the desert was draped in a tremulous golden glow, and it was day. H Rider Haggard, King Solomon’s Mines
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach. William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus II i 6
The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil’d the earth. William Shakespeare, I Henry VI II i 1
See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm’d like a younker prancing to his love. William Shakespeare, III Henry VI II i 21
An hour before the worshipp’d sun
Peer’d from the golden window of the east. William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet I i 125
The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light. ibid. II iii 1
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. ibid. III v 9
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastern hill. William Shakespeare, Hamlet I i 116
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. William Shakespeare, The Tempest V i @65, Prospero
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 1849
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds. John Milton, Paradise Lost IV:64
Now morn, her rosy steps in th’ eastern clime
Advancing, sow’d the earth with Orient pearl. ibid. V:1
Morn,
Wak’d by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr’d the gates of light. ibid. VI:2
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn. Thomas Gray, Elegy in a Country Churchyard st5
In saffron-coloured mantle from the tides
Of Ocean rose the Morning to bright light
To gods and men. Homer, The Iliad
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve. Laurie Lee, Cider with Rosie
I woke up this morning and got myself a beer. First Call, 2000, Jim Morrison
From 7.30 a.m. Say 15 people. We call it the Breakfast Club. ibid. regular in New York bar
This is where you can wake up in the morning and be home. ibid.
In this country many people get lonely. ibid. barman