| Author |
Quotes |
| Charles Kingsley | 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. |
| Charlotte Smith | Another May new buds and flowers shall bring: Ah! why has happiness no second Spring? |
| Clinton Scollard | 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. |
| Denis Florence McCarthy | 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. |
| Heinrich Heine | Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on. |
| Helen Hunt Jackson | O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine! |
| Helen Hunt Jackson | O month when they who love must love and wed. |
| James Thomson | Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed. |
| John Lydgate | For it ne sits not unto fresh May Forto be coupled to cold January. |
| Lord Edward Thurlow | 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. |
| Richard Barnfield | As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. |
| Rowland Watkyns | For every marriage then is best in tune, When that the wife is May, the husband June. |
| Thomas Bailey Aldrich | Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey. |
| Lord Alfred Tennyson | For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. |
| Unattributed Author | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | 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 | No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May, and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. |
| William Shakespeare | More matter for a May morning. |
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