Among the changing months, May stands confessed 3157 The daisies peep from ev'ry field, 3158 Thomson: On May. Peter Pindar: Pindariana May Day. In the Orient-light! A haze O'er the deep night-blackness strays : 3159 Barry Cornwall: March, April, May Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Milton: Song on May Morning "Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air is all perfume: There's crimson buds, and white and blue, The very rainbow showers Have turned to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers. 3161 Hebe's here, May is here! See the knots of buttercups, 3162 Hood: Song. O Lady. T. B. Aldrich: May. O May, sweet-voiced one going thus before, - Wreaths for the May! for happy Spring With song and hue and star and state, 3164 MEASURES. Helen Hunt: May Emerson: May-Day. Line 257. Measures, not men, have always been my mark. 3165 Goldsmith: Good-Natured Man. Act ii MEETING -see Welcome. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 3166 Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh! I am light, and heavy: welcome: 3167 Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. It gives me wonder, great as my content, 3168 Shaks.: Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. Each hour until we meet is as a bird That wings from far his gradual way along Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue. 3169 Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Winged Hours. Sonnet xv. We turn the pages that they read, Their written words we linger o'er, But in the sun they cast no shade, No voice is heard, no sign is made, No step is on the conscious floor! Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. 3170 She wore a wreath of roses, Whittier: Snow-Bound Thomas Haynes Bayly: She Wore a Wreath The night that first we met. 3171 MELANCHOLY -see Cheerfulness, Money. I can suck melancholy out of a song. 3173 Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5. Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Act i. Sc. 2. I am as melancholy as a gib cat. 3175 Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Act ii. Sc. 3. A mere commotion of the mind, o'ercharged 3176 Ford: Lover's Melancholy. Act iii. Sc. 1 These pleasures, Melancholy, give; And I with thee will choose to live. 3177 Milton: Il Penseroso. Line 175. O'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Pope: Eloisa to A. Line 163. Why shines the sun, except that he Hood: Ode to Melancholy. Line 27 With eyes uprais'd, as one inspir'd, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul. 3180 Collins: Ode. The Passions. Line 57 As melancholy as an unbraced drum. 3181 Centlivre: Wonder. Act ii. Sc. 1 I would not always reason. The straight path Wearies us with its never-varying lines, And we grow melancholy. 3182 William Cullen Bryant: Conj. of Jupiter and Venus Go, you may call it madness, folly, You shall not chase my gloom away; MELROSE ABBEY. Rogers: To If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. 3184 MEMORIALS. Scott: Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. St. 1. When all these shining leaves are fill'd, MEMORY-see Absence, Remembrance. 3186 Bohn: Ms. Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, 3187 Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Memory, the daughter of Attention, is the teeming mother of Wisdom, And safer is he that storeth knowledge, than he that would make it for himself. 3188 Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Thinking. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 3189 Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line & O Memory! thou fond deceiver! Goldsmith: Captivity. Acti. Sc. 1. Joy's recollection is no longer joy, Byron: Mar. Faliero. Act. ii. Sc. 1 In that instant, o'er his soul 3192 Byron: Giaour. Line 261. Alas! that heedlessness of all around Bespoke remembrance only too profound. 3193 Byron: Lara. Canto i. St. 23. The eyes of memory will not sleep, And vigils with the past they keep 3194 Whittier: Knight of St. John. I love it - I love it, and who shall dare Eliza Cook: The Old Arm-Chair. Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine Rogers: Pleasures of Mem. Pt. ii. Line 429. Rogers: Pleasures of Mem. Pt. i. Line 171. Sweet memory, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far lovelier flowers. 3198 Rogers: Pleasures of Mem. Pt. ii. Line 1. I remember - I remember Praed: I Remember, I Remember |