THE GOLDEN TREASURY BOOK FIRST SPRING Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; 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! 5 The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear ay birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! 10 The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, 2 L SUMMONS TO LOVE Phoebus, arise ! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red : T. NASH. Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That she thy career may with roses spread: The nightingales thy coming each-where sing : 5 Make an eternal spring, Give life to this dark world which lieth dead; In larger locks than thou wast wont before, 10 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 (If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray), An everlasting diamond should it mark. This is the morn should bring unto this grove My Love, to hear and recompense my love. But show thy blushing beams, Shalt see than those which by Peneüs' streams 15 20 25 Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise : 30 A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre, Makes vanish every star : 35 Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels: 40 W. DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN. 3 TIME AND LOVE I 5 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced 10 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. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation where, alack! 5 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 ? O none, unless this miracle have might, 5 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO Come live with me and be my Love, There will we sit upon the rocks There will I make thee beds of roses 5 10 Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, 15 A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : 20 The shepherd swains shall dance and sing 25 C. MARLOWE. Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and Age is tame : 15 Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O! my Love, my Love is young! O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. 20 W. SHAKESPEARE. 7 Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither! 5 Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun 10 |