“Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Alexandria,” he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
Sometimes when she is able to spend the night with him they are wakened by the three minarets of the city beginning… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“It is said that man is the only beast that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck… — Cindy Brandner Copy Share Image
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
“To this boy of New England the May morning was like faint music in the woods again, some unspeakably exciting foregathering of… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
