Day glimmered in the east, and the white Moon
Hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky.
Italy:  Lake of Geneva.  S. ROGERS.

MORNING.

But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

                 Look, the gentle day,
  Before the wheels of Phoebus, roundabout,
  Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.
Much Ado about Nothing, Act v. Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

Till morning fair
Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
Paradise Regained, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Clothing the palpable and familiar
  With golden exhalations of the dawn.
The Death of Wallenstein, Act i. Sc. 1.  S.T.  COLERIDGE.

  Night wanes,—­the vapors round the mountains curled
  Melt into morn, and light awakes the world.
Lara.  LORD BYRON.

  Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
  Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Night’s sun was driving
  His golden-haired horses up;
  Over the eastern firths
  High flashed their manes.
The Longbeard’s Saga.  C. KINGSLEY.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night’s gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
The Morning Comes Before the Sun. 
S.C.  WOOLSEY (Susan Coolidge).

            The charm dissolves apace,
  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.
Tempest, Act v. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

An hour before the worshipped sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east.
Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  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.
Childe Harold, Canto III.  LORD BYRON.

  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.