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MORAL.—He left the name at which the world grew pale,
Dr. Johnson.-Vanity of Human Wishes,
GAY.-What do Ye Call it ? Epilogue.
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve.
Milton.-Paradise Lost, Book I. Line 742.
BYRON.-Childe Harold, Canto I. Stanza 54.
BUTLER.—Hudibras, Part II, Canto II. Line 29. The morn that lights you to your love.
COLLINS.-Eclogue I. Line 23. (Selim.) MORNING.–The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
SHAKSPERE.—King Henry VI. Part I. Act II.
SHAKSPERE.—Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 3.
SHAKSPERE.—Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III.
The silent hours steal on,
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
MILTON.-Paradise Lost, Book VI. Line 2,
MORNING.–Parent of day! whose beauteous beams of light, Spring from the darksome womb of night.
YALDEN.—Hymn to Morning,
Brown night Retires : young day pours in apace.
Thomson.-Summer, Line 51. Breaking the melancholy shades of night.
Prior.—Love and Friendship. The meek-ey'd morn appears, mother of dews.
Thomson.-Summer, Line 47.
SHAKSPERE.—Henry VI. Part III. Act II. Scene I
SHAKSPERE.—Romeo and Juliet, Act III. Scene 5. MORTAL.-All men think all men mortal but themselves.
Young.–Night I. Line 424. MORTAR.-If he take you in hand, sir, with an argument, He'll bray you in a mortar.
Ben Jonson.—The Alchemist, Act II. Scene 1. MOTES.—The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
MILTON.-I1 Penseroso, Line 8.
HooD.-Midsummer Fairies, Verse 23.
BAILLIE.—Legend of Lady Griseld, Verse 32.
GAY.-Fable III. Line 33.
SHAKSPERE.—Hamlet, Act III. Scene 2.
MOULD.—No autumn, nor no age, ever approach
MASSINGER and FIELD.–Fatal Dowry, Act II.
I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take; Or else I doubt if Nature could So fair a creature make.
ANONYMOUS.-Gilfillan's specimens of the less
known British Poets, Vol. I. Page 132.
ARIOSTO.—The Orlando Furioso, Canto X.
Stanza 84. (Rose's Translation.)
MASSINGER.— The Parliament of Love, Act V.
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
Byron.-Monody on the Death of R. B. Sheridan. MOUNTAINS.—The mountains and the hills shall break
forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
ISAIAH, Chap. LV. Verse 12. For joy, even the unshorn mountains raise their voices to the
stars: now the very rocks, the very groves, resound these notes.
BUCKLEY's Virgil, Ecl. V. Page 15. And wave your tops, ye pines, with every plant, in sign of worship wave.
MILTON.-Paradise Lost, Book V.
MOUSE.—The country mouse stole ont from his hiding-place,
and bidding his friend good-bye, whispered in his ear, “Oh, my good sir, this fine mode of living may do for those who like it; but give me my barley bread in peace and security, before the daintiest feast where fear and care are in waiting."
MOUSE.-The bumpkin then concludes, Adieu !
FRANCIS’ Horace, Book II. Sat. VI. Line 231.
POPE.-Sat VI. last lines.
MOUTH.-I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse
The tyrant's wish, “That mankind only had
My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad,
It being (not now, but only while a lad)
Byron.-Don Juan, Canto VI. Stanza 27.
CHURCHILL.—The Rosciad, Line 322. MULTITUDE.-We too are a multitude.
OviD.-Meta., Book I. Verse 355.
It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as little dogs do at strangers.
SENECA.–Of a Happy Life, Chap. XV.
Dr. Porteus.—Poem on Death.
Young.–Love of Fame, Satire VII. Line 55.
Murder may pass unpuni-h'd for a time,
DRYDEN.—The Cock and Fox.
MURDER.-Foul deeds will rise,
SHAKSPERE.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2.
(After hearing of his Father's Ghost.) For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
SMAKSPERE.—Hamlet, Act II. Scene 2.
(Chiding hinuself for his apathy.) Murther most foul, as in the best it is.
SHAKSPERE.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 5.
(His Father's Ghost to him.) 'Tis of all vices the most contrary To every virtue, and humanity ; For they intend the pleasure and delight, But this the dissolution, of nature.
MARMION.—The Antiquary, Act III. Scene 1. MURMURS.—With murmurs of soft rills and whispering trees.
Garth.—The Dispensary, Canto I. Line 84. As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there's no love lost between us.
GOLDSMITH.—She Stoops to Conquer, Act IV.
(Tony Lumpkin to Mrs. Hardcastle.) MUSE.-0, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention.
SHAKSPERE.—King Henry V. Chorus.
CONGREVE.-Mourning Bride, Act I. Scene 1.
SHAKSPERE.—Merchant of Venice, Act V.
Scene 1. Of a sweet nature, goat-herd, is the murmuring of yon pine,
which tunefully rustles by the fountains: and sweetly too do you play on the pipe.
BANKS' Theocritus, Idyll I. Verse 8.