Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,

Death came with friendly care;

The opening bud to heaven conveyed,

And bade it blossom there.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Epitaph on an Infant.

Under the opening eyelids of the morn.

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 26.

How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,

And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!

Isaac Watts (1674-1748): Divine Songs. Song xx.

The meanest floweret of the vale,

The simplest note that swells the gale,

The common sun, the air, the skies,

To him are opening paradise.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 53.