424 MASSACRE. MASTER. MATE. MASSACRE. THE tyrannous and bloody act is done; Shakspere. Of whom such massacre Make they, but of their brethren, men of men? Milton. MASTER. BUT now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Shakspere. O thou, my friend, my genius, come along, E'en to the dullest peasant standing by, Pope. Joanna Baillie. MATE. I THAT am frail flesh, and earthly wight, Spenser. Damon, behold yon breaking purple cloud: There swims no goose so grey, but, soon or late, MEANING. MEANNESS. MEANS. 425 MEANING. THESE lost their sense their learning to display, Is what each makes it to himself, and may P. J. Bailey. MEANNESS. CAN you imagine I so mean would prove, To save my life by changing of my love? Dryden. Prodigality hath a sister Meanness, his fixed antagonist heart-fellow; Who often outliveth the short career of the brother she despiseth: She hath lean lips and a sharp look, and her eyes are red and hungry; But he sloucheth in his gait, and his mouth speaketh loosely and maudlin. Martin F. Tupper. MEANS. STRONG was their plot, Their parties great, means good, the season fit, Daniel. He that intends well, yet deprives himself Beaumont and Fletcher. Denham. 426 MECHANIC. MEDITATION. MEEKNESS. MECHANIC. MECHANIC slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall To make a god, a hero, or a king, Shakspere. Roscommon. MEDITATION. THERE among These sat a man of ripe and perfect age, Spenser. Who readeth much and never meditates, 'Tis most true That musing meditation most affects Thy thoughts to nobler meditation give, Sylvester. Milton. MEEKNESS. HER bonny face it was as meek Granville. The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet, Burns. With a spirit as meek, as the gentlest of those Not all the pomp and pageantry of worlds, Moore. R. Montgomery. MEETING. MELANCHOLY. MEETING. I SWEAR By the simplicity of Venus' doves! 427 By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves! The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; When lovers meet in adverse hour, 'Tis like a sun-glimpse through a shower; Then darkly closing clouds between. Rowe. Scott. As letters some hand has invisibly trac'd, When held to the flame, will steal out to the sight; So, many a feeling that long seem'd effac'd, The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light. Moore. MELANCHOLY. HENCE all your vain delights; Wherein you spend your folly; Melancholy Sits on me as a cloud along the sky, Beaumont. Which will not let the sunbeams through, nor yet Descend in rain, and end; but spreads itself "Twixt heav'n and earth, like envy between man Go, you may call it madness-folly— Byron. Rogers. LET not a death, unwept, unhonour'd, be From Solon. Fell star of fate! thou never can'st employ O memory! thou fond deceiver, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Camoens. Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing, And he who wants each other blessing, Goldsmith. She was a form of life and light, Byron. Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber, How oft regret will bid me sadly number Each lost delight, and dear friend left behind! Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre, Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine, Rogers. |