“Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.”
John Steinbeck book Tortilla Flat
Source: Tortilla Flat
Source: Tortilla Flat
“Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.”
John Steinbeck book Tortilla Flat
Source: Tortilla Flat
“While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.”
Thomas Campbell (1777–1844) British writer
Part II, line 45
Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Margaret Fuller book Woman in the Nineteenth Century
Though "the Bard" is often reference to William Shakespeare, Fuller here probably uses the term in a generic sense, and in tribute to the poet-philosopher she considered in some ways her mentor, Ralph Waldo Emerson, who may have made such a statement, which she elsewhere quotes as "I have witnessed many a shipwreck, yet still beat noble hearts".
Woman in the Nineteenth Century (1845)
Context: I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening. Every spot is seen, every chasm revealed. Climbing the dusty hill, some fair effigies that once stood for symbols of human destiny have been broken; those I still have with me show defects in this broad light. Yet enough is left, even by experience, to point distinctly to the glories of that destiny; faint, but not to be mistaken streaks of the future day. I can say with the bard,
"Though many have suffered shipwreck, still beat noble hearts."
Always the soul says to us all, Cherish your best hopes as a faith, and abide by them in action. Such shall be the effectual fervent means to their fulfilment.
“I thought you couldn't make it here until morning," I said.
"I hurried.”
Patricia Briggs book Blood Bound
Source: Blood Bound
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) Bengali polymath
45 <br class="br"> The Gardener http://www.spiritualbee.com/love-poems-by-tagore/ (1915)
James Macpherson (1736–1796) Scottish writer, poet, translator, and politician
Book III
The Poems of Ossian, Fingal, an ancient Epic Poem
“The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.”
James Thomson (poet) The Seasons
Source: The Seasons (1726-1730), Summer (1727), l. 47.