e,
And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
1168
ERASMUS DARWIN: _L. of the Plants,_ Canto ii., Line 307.

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.
1169
MILTON: _Song on May Morning._

=Meeting.=

It gives me wonder, great as my content,
To see you here before me.
1170
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.
1171
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Winged Hours,_ Sonnet xv.

=Melancholy.=

There 's such a charm in melancholy.
1172
ROGERS: _To ----._

These pleasures, Melancholy, give;
And I with thee will choose to live.
1173
MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 175.

Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
1174
GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._

=Melodies.=

And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
1175
ROGERS: _Human Life._

=Memory.=

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.
1176
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5

The eyes of memory will not sleep,
Its ears are open still,
And vigils with the past they keep
Against my feeble will.
1177
WHITTIER: _Knight of St. John._

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear
Thou ever wilt remain.
1178
GEORGE LINLEY: _Song._

=Men.=

Men are but children of a larger growth.
1179
DRYDEN: _All for Love,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Mercy.=

The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes:
'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
1180
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercy ever hope to have?
1181
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42.

=Merit.=

Be thou the first true merit to befriend;
His praise is lost, who stays till all commend.
1182
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Li