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SPR king :

PRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo !

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-wę, to-witta-woo !

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo !
Spring ! the sweet Spring !

T. Nash

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Hana paint the sable skies

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With azure, white, and red :
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with roses spread :
The nightingales thy coming each where sing :
Make an eternal spring !
Give life to this dark world which lieth dead;
Spread forth thy golden hair

In larger locks than thou wast wont before, * And emperor-like decore

With diadem of pearl thy temples fair :
Chase hence the ugly night
Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light.

This is that happy morn,
That day, long-wished day
Of all my life so dark,
(If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn
And fates my hopes betray,)
Which, purely white, deserves
An everlasting diamond should it mark.
This is the morn should bring unto this grove
My Love, to hear and recompense my love.
Fair King, who all preserves,
Buţ show thy blushing beams,
And thou two sweeter eyes
Shalt see than those which by Penéus' streams
Did once thy heart surprise.
Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise :
If that ye winds would hear

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A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre,
Your furious chiding stay ;
Let Zephyr only breathe,
And with her tresses play.
— The winds all silent are,
And Phoebus in his chair
Ensaffroning sea and air
Makes vanish every star :
Night like a drunkard reels
Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels :
The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue,
The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ;
Here is the pleasant place –
And nothing wanting is, save She, alas !

W. Drummond of Hawthornden

III

TIME AND LOVE

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THEN I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ;

When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store ;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate --
That Time will come and take my Love away :

- This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

W. Shakespeare

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INCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,

How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower ?

O how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays ?

O fearful meditation ! where, alack !
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ?

0! none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

W. Shakespeare

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THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS

LOVE

'OME live with me and be my Love,

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One live witlanthe pleasures prove

That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

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