w-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.

The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews.
_The Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.

Sweet is