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Months-May: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.— Shakespeare — Sonnet XCVIII.
When well apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 27.
Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.— ALEX. SMITH — A Life Drama. Sc. 8. L. 308.
A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue- An April day in the morning.— HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD — April.
Sweet April showers Do bring May flowers.— TUSSER — Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Ch. XXXIX.
Again the blackbirds sing; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.— WHITTIER — The Singer. St. 20.
May. Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.— T. B. ALDRICH — May.
As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made.— RICHARD BARNFIELD — Address to the
Nightingale. Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to repeat Her song of "May."— SUSAN COOLIDGE — May.
S. But winter lingering chills the lap of May.— GOLDSMITH — The Traveller. L. 172.
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.— HEINE — Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 5.
O month when they who love must love and wed.— HELEN HUNT JACKSON — Verses. May.
The voice of one who goes before to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, Sweet May! * * * * * * O May, sweet-voiced one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passion, -sweeter days are thine!— HELEN HUNT JACKSON — Verses. May.
When April steps aside for May, Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten; Fresh violets open every day: To some new bird each hour we listen.— LUCY LARCOM — The Sister Months.
It was a pleasure to live on that bright and happy May morning!— LONGFELLOW — Tales of a Wayside Inn. Pt. III. The Theologian's Tale.
Elizabeth. Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May: Waiting for the pleasant rambles Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, With the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way; Ah! my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May.— DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY — Summer
Longings. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing, Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.— MILTON — Song. On May Morning.
As full of spirit as the month of May.— Shakespeare — King Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 101.
In beauty as the first of May. Much Ado About Nothing. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 194. No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 137. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.— Shakespeare — Sonnet XVIII.
Another May new buds and flowers shall bring: Ah! why has happiness no second Spring?— CHARLOTTE SMITH — Elegiac Sonnets,
and Other Poems. Sonnet II.