A Book of old English love songs . HE peaceful western windThe winter storms hath tamd,And nature in each kindThe kind heat hath inflamd:The forward buds so sweetly breathe Out of their earthy bowers,That heavn which views their pompbeneath,Would fain be deckt with flowers. See how the morning smilesOn her bright eastern hill,And with soft steps beguilesThem that lie slumbring still! The music-loving birds are comeFrom cliffs and rocks unknown, To see the trees and briers bloomThat late were ] «W$t peaceful toeatern tomD What Saturn did destroy, Loves Queen revives again; And now
A Book of old English love songs . HE peaceful western windThe winter storms hath tamd,And nature in each kindThe kind heat hath inflamd:The forward buds so sweetly breathe Out of their earthy bowers,That heavn which views their pompbeneath,Would fain be deckt with flowers. See how the morning smilesOn her bright eastern hill,And with soft steps beguilesThem that lie slumbring still! The music-loving birds are comeFrom cliffs and rocks unknown, To see the trees and briers bloomThat late were ] «W$t peaceful toeatern tomD What Saturn did destroy, Loves Queen revives again; And now her naked boy Doth in the fields remain,Where he such pleasing change doth view In every living thing,As if the world were born anew To gratify the Spring. If all things life present, Why die my comforts then ? Why suffers my content? Am I the worst of men ?O beauty, be not thou accusd Too justly in this case!Unkindly if true love be usd, Twill yield thee little grace. — Robert [54]
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