Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders.

1213 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i. Line 549.

Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.

1214 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 30.

=Moon.=

Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

1215 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 604.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds; Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!

1216 GEORGE CROLY: _Diana._

The moon had climb'd the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree.

1217 JOHN LOWE: _Mary's Dream._

=Morality.=

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

1218 POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649.

=Morning.=

See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!

How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love.

1219 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

1220 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 641.

Night wanes--the vapors round the mountains curl'd Melt into morn, and light awakes the world.

1221 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 1.

The moon is carried off in purple fire: Day breaks at last.

1222 ROBERT BROWNING: _Return of the Druses,_ Act i.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high.

1223 WATTS: _Psalm_ v.

=Mortality.=

All, that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.

1224 SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 55.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.

1225 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Mother.=

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.

1226 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. ii., St. 43.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

1227 COLERIDGE: _The Three Graves._

=Mountains.=

I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves The world; and, vainly favored, it repays The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze By no change of its large calm front of snow.

1228 ROBERT BROWNING: _Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli._

And to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture.

1229 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 72.

=Mounting.=

I mount and mount toward the sky, The eagle's heart is mine, I ride to put the clouds a-by Where silver lakelets shine.

The roaring streams wax white with snow, The eagle's nest draws near, The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow, The air is frosty clear.

And so from cliff to cliff I rise, The eagle's heart is mine; Above me ever broadning skies, Below the rivers shine.

1230 HAMLIN GARLAND: _Mounting._

=Mourning.=

We must all die!

All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?

1231 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Valentinian,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.

1232 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 108.

=Murder.=

Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

1233 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.

1234 DRYDEN: _Cock and Fox,_ Line 285.

=Music.=