Among the changing months, May stands confessed. 3157 The daisies peep from ev'ry field, And streams reflect the blush of morn. 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, Milton: Song on May Morning "Tis like the birthday of the world, 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! Hood: Song. O Lady. T. B. Aldrich: May. O May, sweet-voiced one going thus before, 3163 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 The rustling covert of my soul, his song Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: But at the hour of meeting, a clear word 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, The night that first we met. 3171 Whittier: Snow-Bonind Thomas Haynes Bayly: She Wore a Wreath We met 3172 - 'twas in a crowd. Thomas Haynes Bayly: We Met MELANCHOLY – 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, And from her wild sequester'd seat, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul. 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; There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay! 3183 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. L 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, That youth and observation copied there. 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 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. Rogers: Pleasures of Mem. Pt. ii. Line 429. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo! what myriads rise! Each stamps its image as the other flies. 3197 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 I remember Rogers: Pleasures of Mem. Pt. ii. Line 1. How my childhood fleeted by, Praed: I Remember, I Remember |