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 1    II|         A man that early on the morn doth rise,~May thither walk
 2   III|     cattle drave,~For they that morn had forayed all the land;~
 3    IV|    sprinkled lies~When the fair morn first blusheth from her
 4    IV|       Phoebus holds the crimson morn in chase;~Full seemed her
 5    VI|         and knight,~To his fair morn will have an evening bright.~ ~
 6  VIII|         fatal guide.~The rising morn appeared yet aneath,~When
 7     X|       thou idly here attend the morn?"~ ~ IX~The king awoke,
 8    XI|       pomp prepare."~ ~ IV~Next morn the bishops twain, the heremite,~
 9    XI| lodgings broad,~That gainst the morn each should himself provide;~
10    XI|        well appeared the rising morn,~The plough yet tore not
11   XII|        way direct~When blushing morn from Tithon's bed forth
12   XII|     tutor been.~ ~  XXXIX~"Last morn, from skies ere stars exiled
13  XIII|        And worse than both next morn her light outspreads.~ ~
14    XV|             I~The rosy-fingered morn with gladsome ray~Rose to
15    XV|     springing day;~And when the morn her drops and dews begun~
16  XVII|        right against the rising morn~A ready passage to the camp
17 XVIII|      said, "On yonder hill next morn go pray~That turns his forehead
18 XVIII|       night;~And ere the silver morn began to rise,~His arms
19   XIX|        that night,~And with the morn renew the assault and fight.~ ~
20   XIX|        hateful freedom even and morn~I sigh for sorrow, mourn
21   XIX|       whose realm lies near the morn,~A hardy giant, bold, and
22   XIX|       as we purposed late, next morn," quoth he,~"Let us not