Morning Dew Quotes

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.

The timely dew of sleep.

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

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

There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.

The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

Fire-arms are very liable to be damaged, or rendered unfit for service, as a consequence of military routines. To prevent such damage, not a screw nor a pipe will be moved by the soldier, without express permission from the proper authority,” with the tools for such tasks kept by the sergeants. If there be an armorer present, he alone will be entrusted to repair weapons, no matter how minor the task... guns will be cleaned after rain or even if left out in a morning dew. Guns shall not be left in the care of privates, but collected and stored under guard every night.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

The pleasure of eating should be an extensive pleasure, not that of the mere gourmet. People who know the garden in which their vegetables have grown and know that the garden is healthy will remember the beauty of the growing plants, perhaps in the dewy first light of morning when gardens are at their best. Such a memory involves itself with the food and is one of the pleasures of eating. (pg. 326, The Pleasures of Eating)

Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

As dew leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So has your love, my lover, Fresh as the dawn, Made me a shining road To travel on, Set every common sight Of tree or stone Delicately alight For me alone.

[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.