SPRING. The Spring When proud-pied April dressed in all his trim, SHAKSPEARE. Winter's wrath begins to quell, And pleasaunt spring appeareth: SPENSER. SPRING, AND SPRING FLOWERS. -April with his showres sote, The droughte of March hath pierced to the rote, Appear, appear! And you, soft winds, so clear, CHAUCER. That dance upon the leaves, and make them sing Gentle love-lays to the Spring, Gilding all the vales below With your verdure as ye blow; Raise these forms from under ground, With a soft and happy sound. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. COME, thou beautiful blossoming Spring, And to me thy loveliest flow'rets bring;- Oh, linger no more 'neath the fleecy veil As grieved to see thee its whiteness excel In the virgin hue of the snowdrop's bell. Then gaze upon earth with thine azure eyes, And bid their emblem, the violet, rise On the green-wood bank, where the primrose pale And the regal crocus, in purple and gold, Come -we are weary of wind and storm; When Winter retreats, and thou art free, Floating around us on fragrant wing, And gemmed with soft dew-drops-thou fair young Spring! |