Morning
Morning is the period of time between dawn and noon. Morning precedes afternoon, evening, and night in the sequence of a day. Originally, the term referred to sunrise.
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... was a co-anchor for the weekend edition of Good Morning America on ABC from 2004 to 2010 ... Snow joined ABC in 2003 as Good Morning America's White House reporter before she was tapped to co-host the morning show's weekend edition ...
... WRSU added a new morning show titled "RU Awake" in September 2008, which airs for two hours every weekday from 8 AM to 10 AM ... In 2009, the show was renamed "The Morning Stretch", a reference to a 70's morning show at WRSU ...
... Blue morning glories A fully open blue and purple morning glory A fully open pink morning glory Side view of a partially curled Ipomoea purpurea in early afternoon ...
... On the morning of 3 August, Nelson sent Theseus and Leander to force the surrender of the grounded Tonnant and Timoléon ...
... Weekdays 8 News NOW This Morning - 400-700 a.m ... Sundays 8 News NOW Sunday Morning at 600 a.m. 8 News NOW Sunday Morning at 800 a.m ...
More definitions of "morning":
- (noun): The earliest period.
Example: "The morning of the world"
Synonyms: dawn
- (noun): A conventional expression of greeting or farewell.
Synonyms: good morning
- (noun): The first light of day.
Example: "They talked until morning"
Synonyms: dawn, dawning, aurora, first light, daybreak, break of day, break of the day, dayspring, sunrise, sunup, cockcrow
- (adj): In the morning.
Example: "The morning hours"
Famous quotes containing the word morning:
“Morning work! By the blushes of Aurora and the music of Memnon, what should be man’s morning work in this world?”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“The morning rose, that untouched stands
Armed with her briars, how sweet she smells!
But plucked and strained through ruder hands,
Her sweets no longer with her dwells,
But scent and beauty both are gone,
And leaves fall from her, one by one.”
—Sir Robert Ayton (1570–1638)
“Ah! I have penetrated to those meadows on the morning of many a first spring day, jumping from hummock to hummock, from willow root to willow root, when the wild river valley and the woods were bathed in so pure and bright a light as would have waked the dead, if they had been slumbering in their graves, as some suppose. There needs no stronger proof of immortality. All things must live in such a light. O Death, where was thy sting? O Grave, where was thy victory, then?”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)