“Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring the plum blossom and the bee.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“in a still, delicious room, with the summer morning sunshine” — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed… — Patrick Carman Copy Share Image
I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“It was a fine summer morning, the kind to make a man happy to be alive. And probably the man *would* have… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“It was a beautiful Indian summer morning and perfect for savoring a few extra minutes in bed. There was a breeze blowing… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“She is like the morning," he said. "With that golden hair, those blue eyes, and that fresh bloom on her cheek, she… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Any rainy summer morning, of course, has the seeds of gloomy alienation sown in. But a rainy summer morning far from home… — Richard Ford Copy Share Image
“On a summer morning she woke to a sense of returning health. She had been lying like a waste shore, at low… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I am glad you encouraged me with the 'Stoke' [his painting 'Stoke-by-Nayland', circa 1835] What say you to a summer morning? July… — John Constable Copy Share Image
The appearance presented by the streets of London an hour before sunrise, on a summer's morning, is most striking even to the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image