Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May! that doth inspire
Mirth and youth and warm desire;...
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From “The Canterbury Pilgrims: The Knightes Tale” THE BUSY 1 larke, messager of daye, |
From “The Winter Morning Walk:” “The Task,” Bk. V. ’T IS the morning, and the sun with ruddy orb |
Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy, What if the lark does carol in the sky, |
Angels in the early morning |
Good Morning — Midnight — |
He is alive, this morning — |
The Morning after Woe — |
The Red — Blaze — is the Morning — |
The Sun — just touched the Morning — |