Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth,
Man's resurrection, and the future's bud
Shroud in their births.

3346

Henry Vaughan: Rules and Lessons.

But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky;
A fresher green the smiling leaves display,
And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day.
3347

Parnell: Hermit. Line 117

Now flaming up the heavens, the potent sun
Melts into limpid air the high-raised clouds,
And morning fogs that hovered round the hills
In party-color'd bands, till wide unveil'd

The face of Nature shines, from where earth seems
Far-stretch'd around to meet the bending sphere.

3348

Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 200.

Mighty Nature bounds as from her birth,
The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth;
Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam,
Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream.

3349

Byron: Lara. Canto ii. St. 1. Night wanes the vapors round the mountains curl'd Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. 3350

Byron: Lara. Canto ii. St. 1.

The morn is up again, the dewy morn,

With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
And living as if earth contain❜d no tomb,

And glowing into day.

3351

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 98

Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf.

3352

Day!

Faster and more fast,

O'er night's brim, day boils at last;

Longfellow: Autumn.

Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim

Where spurting and suppress'd it lay

For not a froth-flake touched the rim

Of yonder gap in the solid gray

Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;

But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,

Till the whole sunrise, not to be supprest,

Rose, reddened, and its seething breast

Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.

3353

Robert Browning: Pippa Passes. Sc. 1.

The moon is carried off in purple fire:
Day breaks at last.

3354

Robert Browning: Return of the Druses. Acti

MORTALITY -see Life.

All, that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.

Spenser: Ruins of Time. Line 55

3355 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And, after one hour more, 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot. 3356 Shaks. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was now a king, and now is clay! 3357

Shaks.: King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Prior: Solomon. Bk. iii. Line 240.

Who breathes must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is bless'd, who ne'er was born. 3358

To contemplation's sober eye,

Such is the race of man;

And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began,

Alike the busy and the gay,

But flutter through life's little day.

3359

Gray: Ode. On the Spring. St. 4.

Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne,
They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
3360
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
3361

Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iii. Line 19.

Young: Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 424.

'Tis a stern and a startling thing to think
How often mortality stands on the brink
Of its grave without any misgiving:
And yet in this slippery world of strife,
In the stir of human bustle so rife,
There are daily sounds to tell us that Life'
Is dying, and Death is living!

3362

Hood: Miss Kilmansegg: Her Death.

All that's bright must fade -
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.
3363

Moore: All That's Bright, etc.

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!

There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.

3364

Longfellow: Resignation.

MOTHER-see Affection, Children, Parents.
There is a sight all hearts beguiling

A youthful mother to her infant smiling,
Who, with spread arms and dancing feet,
And cooing voice, returns its answer sweet.

3365 Joanna Baillie: Legend of Lady Griseld Baillie St. 32 A mother's love how sweet the name!

Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak,

And by its weakness overcomes.

3368 Jas. Russell Lowell: Legend of Brittany. Pt. ii. St. 43 Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall: A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

3369

Oliver Wendell Holmes: A Mother's Secret. Happy he

With such a mother! faith in womankind

Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.

3370

MOTIVES.

Tennyson: The Princess. Canto vii

I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm,
Is often laudable; to do good, sometime,
Accounted dangerous folly.

3371 MOUNTAINS.

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2

I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives
First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves
The world; and, vainly favored, it repays

The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze

By no change of its large calm front of snow. 3372

Robert Browning: Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli

Lands, intersected by a narrow frith,

Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd
Make enemies of nations, who had clse,

Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.

3373

Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 16

Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
In the soft light of these serenest skies;

From the broad highland region, black with pines.
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,

Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold

In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.

3374

William Cullen Bryant: To the Apennines

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise! 3375

Pope: E. on Criticism. P. ii. Line 32
Above me are the Alps,

The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls
Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
And thron'd Eternity in icy halls

Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
The avalanche - the thunderbolt of snow!
All that expands the spirit, yet appals,
Gather around these summits, as to show

How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
3376
Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 62.
Mountains have fallen,

Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock
Rocking their Alpine brethren; filling up

The ripe green valleys with destruction's splinters;
Damming the rivers with a sudden dash,

Which crush'd the waters into mist, and made

Their fountains find another channel.

3377

Byron: Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains:
They crown'd him long ago

On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
With a diadem of snow,

Around his waist are forests brac'd,

The avalanche in his hand.

3378

Byron: Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1

He who first met the Highland's swelling blue,
Will love each peak that shows a kindred hue;
Hail in each crag a friend's familiar face,
And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace.
3379

Byron: Island. Canto ii. St. 12

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,
But winter lingering chills the lap of May;
No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast,
But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.

3380 MOURNING

Goldsmith: Traveller. Line 171

see Funeral, Widows.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living.

3381

Shaks.: All's Well. Act i. Sc. 1

Do not, for ever, with thy veiled lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust;

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives, must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

3382

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

We must all die!

All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,

Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?

3383 Beaumont and Fletcher: Valentinian. Act iv. Sc. 4

Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,

And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?

No: the dead know it not, nor profit gain;

It only serves to prove the living vain. 3384

Gay: Trivia. Bk. iii. Line 231

Young: Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 675.

'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.

3385

O, very gloomy is the House of Woe,

Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,
With all the dark solemnities which show
That Death is in the dwelling!

O, very, very dreary is the room

Where Love, domestic Love, no longer nestles,
But smitten by the common stroke of doom,
The corpse lies on the trestles!

3386

MURDER see War.

Hood: Haunted House. Pt. ii. St. I

Safe in a ditch he bides,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.

3387

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Murther most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
3388

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i Sc. 5.

Murther, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

3389

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Foul deeds will rise,

Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. 3390

Is there a crime

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2

Beneath the roof of heaven, that stains the soul
Of man, with more infernal hue, than damn'd

Assassination?

3391

Cibber: Cæsar in Egypt. Act It Sc. 2