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- Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
- With charm of earliest birds.
JOHN MILTON, Paradise Lost
Rise early, that by habit it may become familiar, agreeable, healthy, and profitable. It may, for a while, be irksome to do this, but that will wear off; and the practice will produce a rich harvest forever thereafter; whether in public or private walks of life.
GEORGE WASHINGTON, letter to George Washington Parke Custis, Jan. 7, 1798
- Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
- Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
- And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
- The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
EDWARD FITZGERALD, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
- Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
- Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
EDWARD FITZGERALD, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
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