Illustrations

O wild West Wind,

Thou breath of Autumn's being,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry beds
The winged seeds

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Frontispiece

Tell me where is Fancy bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head ?

How begot, how nourished ?

Reply, reply

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When such music sweet

Their hearts and ears did greet

As never was by mortal finger strook

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No white nor red was ever seen,

So amorous as this lovely green.

Here at the fountain's sliding foot

Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,

Casting the body's vest aside

My soul into the boughs does glide .

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Happy the man, whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air

On his own ground

How sweet the answer Echo makes

To Music at night

When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,

And far away o'er lawns and lakes

Goes answering light!.

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The brightest hour of unborn Spring,

It kissed the forehead of the earth,

And smiled upon the silent sea,

And bade the frozen streams be free,

And like a prophetess of May

Strew'd flowers upon the barren way

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Thou shalt, at one glance, behold

The daisy and the marigold;

White-plumed lilies, and the first

Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst.

THE GOLDEN TREASURY

THE GOLDEN TREASURY

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SPRING

SPRI
PRING, 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!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo.

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!

T. NASH

PHOEBUS, arise!

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And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed