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Who first beholds the light of day
In Spring's sweet flowery month of May
And wears an Emerald all her life,
Shall be a loved and happy wife.
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: May, in "Notes and Queries", May 11, 1889, p. 371
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Hebe's here, May is here!
The air is fresh and sunny;
And the miser-bees are busy
Hoarding golden honey.
Author: Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Source: May
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As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.
Author: Richard Barnfield
Source: Address to the Nightingale
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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."
Author: Susan Coolidge (pseudonym of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey)
Source: May
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But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Author: Oliver Goldsmith
Source: The Traveller (l. 172)
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Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on.
Author: Heinrich Heine
Source: Book of Songs--New Spring (no. 5)
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O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before,
Forever June may pour her warm red wine
Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!
Author: Helen Hunt Jackson (Helen Hunt)
Source: Verses--May
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O month when they who love must love and wed.
Author: Helen Hunt Jackson (Helen Hunt)
Source: Verses--May
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Oh! that we two were Maying
Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with violets playing,
In the shade of the whispering trees.
Author: Charles Kingsley
Source: Saint's Tragedy (act II, sc. 9)
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For it ne sits not unto fresh May
Forto be coupled to cold January.
Author: John Lydgate
Source: Temple of Glas, (c. 1400)
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Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May:
Waiting for the pleasant rambles
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
Where the woodbine alternating,
Scent the dewy way;
Ah! my heart is weary, waiting,
Waiting for the May.
Author: Denis Florence McCarthy
Source: Summer Longings
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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.
Author: John Milton
Source: Song--On May Morning
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A warm January; a cold May.
Author: Proverb
Source: (Welsh)
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In the under-wood and the over-wood
There is murmur and trill this day,
For every bird is in lyric mood,
And the wind will have its way.
Author: Clinton Scollard
Source: May Magic
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All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Vernon at IV, ii)
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No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Theseus at IV, i)
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There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury,
exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last
of December.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Much Ado About Nothing (Benedick at I, i)
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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Sonnet XVIII
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More matter for a May morning.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Fabian at III, iv)
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Another May new buds and flowers shall bring:
Ah! why has happiness no second Spring?
Author: Charlotte Smith
Source: Elegiac Sonnets and Other Poems (sonnet II)
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When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
Walks through the land in green attire.
And burns in meadow-grass the phlox
His torch of purple fire:
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And when the punctual May arrives,
With cowslip-garland on her brow,
We know what once she gave our lives,
And cannot give us now!
Author: Bayard Taylor
Source: The Lost May
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For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the
May.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: The May Queen (st. 1)
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Among the changing months, May stands confest
The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.
Author: James Thomson (1)
Source: On May
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May, queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers.
Author: Lord Edward Thurlow
Source: To May
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For every marriage then is best in tune,
When that the wife is May, the husband June.
Author: Rowland Watkyns (Watkins)
Source: To the most Courteous and Fair Gentlewoman, Mrs. Elinor Williams
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