Wordy Wednesday

May

“Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.”
Thomas Bailey Aldrich

“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

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

“But winter lingering chills the lap of May.”
Oliver Goldsmith

Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.”
Heinrich Heine

“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.”
Charles Kingsley

“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.”
Denis Florence

 

“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.”
William Shakespeare

“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.”
Lord Edward Thurlow

For every marriage then is best in tune, When that the wife is May, the husband June.”
Rowland Watkyns

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