John Milton on Morning
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“Under the opening eyelids of the morn.”
“Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.”
“Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.”
“Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.”
“Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.”