Meads Quotes
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Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much. Why do you flash through the flowery meads, Fat-head poet that nobody reads; And why do you know such a frightful lot About people in gloves and such? See Cornford 237:69.
— 1933 'The Fat White Woman Speaks', a response to Frances Cornford's poem.
As night is withdrawn; From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day; Welcome the dawn.
robert bridges— Nightingales, st. 3.
Shall I, wasting in despair,Die because a woman’s fair?Or make pale my cheeks with care,’Cause another’s rosy are?Be she fairer than the day,Or the flowery meads in May,If she be not so to me,What care I how fair she be?
george wither— The Shepherd's Resolution; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be?", Sir Walter Raleigh, Poem.
Nature, exerting an unwearied power,Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leadsThe dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
william cowper— Line 690.
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, Wherein rude winter bound her veins; So grows both stream and source of price, That lately fettered were with ice. So naked trees get crispèd heads, And coloured coats the roughest meads, And all get vigour, youth and spright, That are but looked on by his light.
Ben Jonson— The Irish Masque at Court (1613).
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
john keats— Stanza IV (La Belle Dame sans Merci (1819))
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
— Homer, The Odyssey, Book XXIV, line 19. Pope's translation.
