"Maying" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... all my hedge-rows, flushed with Maying? And the leafy rain, that tossed so fair, Like the spray from silver fountains playing, Where the elm-tree's column ...
— Verses • Susan Coolidge
... the Fields, but in the Company of a Parent, a Guardian, or some other sober discreet Person. I have before shewn how apt they are to trip in a flowry Meadow, and shall further observe to them, that Proserpine was out a Maying, when she met with that fatal Adventure to which Milton ...
— The Spectator, Volume 2. • Addison and Steele
... over one small head, Our fruit of last year's maying, the white bud Blown from our stormy kisses and the dead First rapture of our wild, estranging blood. You clutched him: there was panther in your eyes, We breathed like beasts in thickets, on the wall Our shadows in huge challenge seemed to rise, The room grew dark with ...
— Miscellany of Poetry - 1919 • Various
... mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, ...
— The Hundred Best English Poems • Various
... were much amused to-day in reading the first edition of the Ladysmith Lyre (Liar), which perhaps I may be forgiven for quoting, with songs sung by the garrison:—A duet by Sir George White and General Clery, "O that we two were maying"; by Buller's Relief Force, "Over the hills and far away"; by the Intelligence Officer, "I ain't a-going to tell"; by Captain Lambton, "Up I came with my little lot"; then a letter from Ladysmith ...
— With the Naval Brigade in Natal (1899-1900) - Journal of Active Service • Charles Richard Newdigate Burne
... waters run Through rustling leagues of poplars gray, Beneath a veiled soft Southern sun, We wandered out of Yesterday; Went Maying in that ancient May Whose fallen flowers are fragrant yet, And lingered by the fountain ...
— Aucassin and Nicolete • Andrew Lang
... Forth I went, forsooth, a-maying;'" and presently, the trees thinning in front of us, we came upon a little open glade and upon the singer. He lay on his back, on the soft turf beneath an oak, with his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes upturned to the blue sky showing between leaf ...
— To Have and To Hold • Mary Johnston
... Blue iris flags unfurling, Pale showers of blossoms swirling Like clouds of wind-blown snow; With fragile wildings playing, Like two blithe children maying, Across the glad meads straying, Together, dear, ...
— The Path of Dreams - Poems • Leigh Gordon Giltner
... Afar from 'stick' and type— Your heart has 'gone a-maying,' And you taste old kisses, ripe Again on lips that pucker ...
— The Complete Works • James Whitcomb Riley |
