MOON-continued. MOON-MORNING. How like a queen comes forth the lovely moon All height, depth, wildness, grandeur, gloom below, 395 Touch'd by thy smile, lone moon! in one wild splendour glow. MORALITY. I find the doctors and the sages Have differ'd in all climes and ages, And two in fifty scarce agree MORNING-see Dawn. See how the morning opes her golden gates, Croly. T. Moore. Sh. Hen. VI. III. 2, 1. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Who doth the world so gloriously behold, Sh. Son. 33. Sh. Venus and Adonis, 143. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, Milton, P. L. IV. 642. Now morn her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Milton, P. L. v. 1. Of light embroider all the cloudy east: The morning dawns with an unwonted crimson; The flowers more od'rous seem; the garden birds The gaudy earth with an unusual brightness; Otway. All nature smiles, and the whole world is pleased. Lee, Cæs. Bor. Sullen, methinks, and slow the morning breaks, As if the sun were listless to appear, And dark designs hung heavy on the day. Dryden, Duke of G. But now the clouds in airy tumult fly; The sun, emerging, opes the azure sky; A fresher green the smiling leaves display, And glittering as they tremble, eheer the day. Parnell, Her. The face of nature shines, from where earth seems Yet stretch'd around to melt the bending sphere. O'er yonder eastern hill the twilight pale Thomson, Summer. Akenside, Pl. Im. Now mighty nature bounds us from her birth, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Byron, Lara. Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. Byron, Lara. 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,- Byron. Ch. Har. 111. 98. MORNING-MORTALITY. MORNING-continued. Day dawns, the twilight gleam dilates, 397 Southey, Thalaba. Day glimmered in the east, and the white moon All, that in this world is great or gay, Rogers, Italy. Doth, as a vapour, vanish and decay. Spenser, Ruins of Time. '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. Sh. As Y. L. 11. 7. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was now a king, and now is clay. Sh. K. John,v.7. Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind what happens let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve for things beyond our care. Dryden. Who breathes must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is bless'd, who ne'er was born. To contemplation's sober eye, Such is the race of man; Prior, Solomon, III. 240. 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. Gray, Ode on the Spring. Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return. Pope, E. M.11.19. All men think all men mortal but themselves. Young N. T. 1. 424. From Marlborough's eyes the tears of dotage flow, And Swift expires, a driveller and a show. Johnson, Van. Hum. Wishes, 317. 'Tis a stern and a startling thing to think Hood, Miss Kilmansegg. There is no flock, however watched and tended, There is no fireside, howso'er defended, Longfellow, Resignation. MOTHER- -see Affection, Parents, Sons. Baillie, Legend of Lady Griseld Baillie. A mother's love-how sweet the name! -A noble, pure, and tender flame, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love. James Montgomery. Ah! bless'd are they for whom, 'mid all their pains, Who, life wreck'd round them, hunted from their rest, Claim in one heart, their sanctuary and shrine, Mrs. Norton. With the rapture a mother only knows! Henry Ware, Jr.(Am.) MOTIVES. I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Is often laudable; to do good sometime Sh. Mach. IV. 2. MOUNTAINS-MOURNING. 399 MOUNTAINS-see Alps, Enmity. Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock The ripe green vallies with destruction's splinters ; Which crush'd the waters into mist, and made Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains: They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, Around his waist are forests brac'd, Byron, Manfred. Byron, Manfred. He who first met the highland's swelling blue, Will love each peak that shows a kindred hue; And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace. Byron, Island. Are a sheep's gall, a roasted bitch's marrow, MOURNING-see Funeral, Widows. Ben Jonson, Volpone. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; Do not for ever, with thy veiled lids, Sh. All's W. 1. 1. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live, must die, We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Sh Ham. 1. 2. Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him? Beaumont and Fletch. Valentinian. Behold the turtle who has lost her mate; Awhile with drooping wings she mourns his fate; Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round, Gay. Guy, Trivia. |