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Poem by Thomas Nashe
Spring
Spring, 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!
Thomas Nashe
Poem Theme: Spring
Thomas Nashe's other poems:- To the Right Honorable the Lord S.
- Fair Summer Droops
- Autumn
- In Time of Pestilence
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Alfred Tennyson Spring ("Birds' love and birds' song") Samuel Johnson Spring ("Stern Winter now, by Spring repress'd") Christina Rossetti Spring ("Frost-locked all the winter") Gerard Hopkins Spring ("Nothing is so beautiful as spring") William Morris Spring ("Spring am I, too soft of heart") Isaac Rosenberg Spring ("I walk and wonder") Andrew Lang Spring ("Now the bright crocus flames, and now") Robert Anderson Spring ("The snow's dissolv'd, the chilly winter's fled") Francis Ledwidge Spring ("Once more the lark with song and speed") Janet Hamilton Spring ("Fairy Spring, in kirtle green") Alfred Douglas Spring ("Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again!") William Campbell Spring ("There dwells a spirit in the budding year") Edna Millay Spring ("To what purpose, April, do you return again?") James Percival Spring ("AGAIN the infant flowers of Spring") Henry Timrod Spring ("Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air") John Lapraik Spring ("THOU goddess of the blooming Spring")
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