Dawn Quote by Edwin Markham

“Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.”

Edwin Markham

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (6 ratings)

Dawn Felt Glory Heart Hills White

More by Edwin Markham

I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.

Edwin Markham

Image

Greed and Gain, grim guardians of the great god Mammon, continually cry in the ears of the poor, 'Give us your little ones!' And…

Edwin Markham

Image

Here is the Truth in a little creed, Enough for all the roads we go: In Love is all the law we need, In…

Edwin Markham

Image

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back…

Edwin Markham

Image

“Some momentary touches of my fire Have warmed the barren ages with a beam: There is no peak beyond my swift desire, There is…

Edwin Markham

Image

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

Edwin Markham

Image

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and…

Edwin Markham

Image

We are all blind until we see That in the human plan Nothing is worth the making If it does not make the man.…

Edwin Markham

Image

Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.

Edwin Markham

Image

Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle…

Edwin Markham

Image

Whoever falls from God's right hand is caught into his left

Edwin Markham

Image

Lincoln, the Man of the People

Edwin Markham

Image

Explore all 60 Edwin Markham quotes

More Dawn quotes

Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night…

Cesare Pavese

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

Anne Carson

Image

It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be thirty; more touching to be forty; tragic to be fifty; and heartbreaking to be sixty. As to seventy, as to eighty, one would feel as one did during the last dance of a ball, tired but…

Rose Macaulay

In presenting a mathematical argument the great thing is to give the educated reader the chance to catch on at once to the momentary point and take details for granted: two trivialities omitted can add up to an impasse). The unpractised writer, even after the dawn of a conscience, gives him no such chance; before he can spot the point…

John Edensor Littlewood