Midsummer Eve


  • WordNet 3.6
    • n Midsummer Eve the night before Midsummer Day
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In literature:

On Midsummer-eve, Adele, weary with gathering wild strawberries in Hay Lane half the day, had gone to bed with the sun.
"Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Bronte
Everything now was embalmed in the twilight, and all the world was enshrouded in the mystery of the midsummer eve.
"The Story of the Champions of the Round Table" by Howard Pyle
The Midsummer Eve fire was more for the harvest.
"Balder The Beautiful, Vol. I." by Sir James George Frazer
Thus the great spring festivals were held between March and June, frequently culminating in a great orgy on Midsummer's Eve.
"Studies in the Psychology of Sex, Volume 1 (of 6)" by Havelock Ellis
HALL'S (Mrs. S.C.) MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S EVE, a Fairy Tale of Love.
"Notes & Queries, No. 19, Saturday, March 9, 1850" by Various
It was on one particular Midsummer Eve that Miss Muffet had her great adventure with the Spider.
"More Tales in the Land of Nursery Rhyme" by Ada M. Marzials
The night was soft and warm; it was Midsummer Eve.
"The Magic World" by Edith Nesbit
Simon remembered dancing in a ring that included her at last Midsummer's Eve feast.
"The Saracen: The Holy War" by Robert Shea
As I stood gazing around me I remembered it was Midsummer-eve.
"Farthest North" by Fridtjof Nansen
His necktie glowed lurid like a midsummer eve bonfire against the pictures and trophies on the walls.
"The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries" by Various

In poetry:

Our lives have been a checkered scene,
Since that midsummer's eve;
Much good received our hearts to cheer,
And much those hearts to grieve.
"To My Husband" by Mary Ann H T Bigelow
True, it is pleasant, at eve or at noon,
To gaze on the sea and its far-winding bays,
When ting’d with the light of the wandering moon,
Or red with the gold of the midsummer rays.
"Ode To A Mountain-Torrent (From The German Of Stolberg)" by George Borrow
On a midsummer's eve she lay down to sleep,
Wearied and toil-worn the maiden was then;
How deep was that slumber, how quiet that rest,
'Twas the sleep from which no one awakens again.
"She Slumbers Still" by Mary Ann H T Bigelow

In news:

Cottonwoods, aspen grace landscape on midsummer 's eve.