Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . et her loose ;Summers joys are spoilt by use,And the enjoying of the SpringFades as docs its blossoming :Autumns red-lipped fruitage tooBlushing through the nnst and dewCloys with tasting : what do thee by the ingle, whenThe sear faggot blazes bright,Spirit of a winters night ;When the soundless earth is the caked snow is shuffledFrom the ploughboys heavy shoon ;When the Night doth meet the NoonIn a dark conspiracyTo banish Even from her
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . et her loose ;Summers joys are spoilt by use,And the enjoying of the SpringFades as docs its blossoming :Autumns red-lipped fruitage tooBlushing through the nnst and dewCloys with tasting : what do thee by the ingle, whenThe sear faggot blazes bright,Spirit of a winters night ;When the soundless earth is the caked snow is shuffledFrom the ploughboys heavy shoon ;When the Night doth meet the NoonIn a dark conspiracyTo banish Even from her sky.— Sit thee there, and send abroadWith a mind self-overawedFancy, high-commissioned :—send her!She has vassals to attend her ;She will bring, in spite of frost,Beauties that the earth hath lost ;She will bring thee, all together,All delights of summer weather ;All the buds and bells of MayFrom dewy sward or thorny spray ;All the heaped Autumns wealth,With a still, mysterious stealth ;She will mix these pleasures upLike three fit wines in a thou shalt quaff it ;—thou shalt hearDistant har\est-carols clear ;111 ^^ ^. ^^^^^.^^
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