Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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SPRING. |
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SPRING.
When Winter's past, then ev'ry Field and Hill,
The SPRING with Flowers does fill,
Soft Winds do cleanse the Air,
Repel the Fogs, and make the VVeather fair;
Cold Frosts are gone away,
The Rivers are at Liberty,
And their just Tribute pay,
Of liquid Pearls, and Crystal to the Sea;
To whom each Brook, and Fountain runs,
The stable Mother of those stragling Sons.
The SPRING with Flowers does fill,
Soft Winds do cleanse the Air,
Repel the Fogs, and make the VVeather fair;
Cold Frosts are gone away,
The Rivers are at Liberty,
And their just Tribute pay,
Of liquid Pearls, and Crystal to the Sea;
To whom each Brook, and Fountain runs,
The stable Mother of those stragling Sons.
CHORUS.
But then,In a short space,
WINTER returns agen,
E're Sol has run his annual Race;
But, Ah! When Death's keen Arrow flyes,
And hits Poor MAN,
Do what he can,
He dyes;
Returns to Dust, a Shadow, and a Nothing lyes.
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