Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . row ; Anon inclined to tempers that are ill,And weeping floods of when this welcome month appearsShe comes to our caresses,With unbound flowing tresses,Singing a merry tuneOf loving May and June;And ushered in by sunshine sweet,The daisies spring up at her feet,And crowned with hyacinth and primrose pale,And followed by the nightingale. But a cloud gathers, and her lovely face Frowns with dark passions storm,Shrouding awhile the grace Of her fair of tears flow down,But glittering through her frown,A rainbow arch is spre
Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . row ; Anon inclined to tempers that are ill,And weeping floods of when this welcome month appearsShe comes to our caresses,With unbound flowing tresses,Singing a merry tuneOf loving May and June;And ushered in by sunshine sweet,The daisies spring up at her feet,And crowned with hyacinth and primrose pale,And followed by the nightingale. But a cloud gathers, and her lovely face Frowns with dark passions storm,Shrouding awhile the grace Of her fair of tears flow down,But glittering through her frown,A rainbow arch is spreadOver her head; Kentish Lyrics. 117 And the clouds part asunderWith one sharp peal of thunder;And soon the sunshine gloriousBreaks forth again victorious,And April, flinging back her tresses,Courts fresh caresses,Wreathing her hair with flowers,Wet with the genial showers. Beautiful April! whom men call fickle, In changeful rainbow hues,We love thee dearly and sincerely;Nor should we need the harvest scythe or sickle But for thy showers and ii8 Kentish Lyrics. TO A NIGHTINGALE.
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