John Milton Quotes

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.

I'm up at the crack of dawn.

Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold.

Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? "It's over when you decide it's over," she says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

Cast me gently into the morning for the night has been unkind.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

Up at the crank of dawn.

The first light had cast the first shadow.

Get up early in the morning before everybody has breathed up all the good air.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.

It is not night when I do see your face.

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

The light of morning decomposes everything.

Sweet Phosphor, bring the dayWhose conquering rayMay chase these fogs;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Light will repayThe wrongs of night;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!

The brilliance of morning is in sharp contrast with the darkness of night" - Woman thou art loosed

I am an early riser, and always wake up between 5 and 6am.