Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!

Ah, fields beloved in vain!

Where once my careless childhood stray'd,

A stranger yet to pain!

I feel the gales that from ye blow

A momentary bliss bestow.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2.

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade

Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.

To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,

Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair.

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 68.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,

Some boundless contiguity of shade,

Where rumour of oppression and deceit,

Of unsuccessful or successful war,

Might never reach me more.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 1.

To many a youth and many a maid

Dancing in the chequer'd shade.

John Milton (1608-1674): L'Allegro. Line 95.

This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe,

For Freedom only deals the deadly blow;

Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade,

For gentle peace in Freedom's hallowed shade.

John Quincy Adams (1767-1848): Written in an Album, 1842.

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,

And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Annihilating all that's made

To a green thought in a green shade.

Andrew Marvell (1620-1678): The Garden. (Translated.)

As half in shade and half in sun

This world along its path advances,

May that side the sun's upon

Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Peace be around Thee.

The hunter and the deer a shade.

Philip Freneau (1752-1832): The Indian Burying-Ground.

The hunter and the deer a shade.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): O'Connor's Child. Stanza 5.

We have been friends together

In sunshine and in shade.

Caroline E. S. Norton (1808-1877): We have been Friends.

Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;

If ever you have look'd on better days,

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,

If ever sat at any good man's feast.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade

Of that which once was great is passed away.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic.

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade,

Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid,

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Oh breathe not his Name.

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed

A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

Thomas Tickell (1686-1740): On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 45.

No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon,

No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day,

 .   .   .   .   .

No road, no street, no t' other side the way,

 .   .   .   .   .

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): November.

Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,

Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place

A limit to the giant's unchained strength,

Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878): The Ages. xxxiii.

A pillar'd shade

High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106.

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,

For talking age and whispering lovers made.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 13.

As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May,

Sitting in a pleasant shade

Which a grove of myrtles made.

Richard Barnfield (1574-1620): Address to the Nightingale.

Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.

James Thomson (1700-1748): Hymn. Line 25.

And what is friendship but a name,

A charm that lulls to sleep,

A shade that follows wealth or fame,

And leaves the wretch to weep?

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 19.

Annihilating all that's made

To a green thought in a green shade.

Andrew Marvell (1620-1678): The Garden. (Translated.)

As she fled fast through sun and shade

The happy winds upon her play'd,

Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.

Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.

James Thomson (1700-1748): Hymn. Line 25.

O woman! in our hours of ease

Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,

And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow,

A ministering angel thou!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 30.