William Browne
William Browne is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and…
"All. Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins With kind and active fire, And made green liv'ries for the plains, And every g"
"Hail, thou my native soil! thou blessed plot Whose equal all the world affordeth not! Show me who can so many crystal rills, Such s"
"Glide soft, ye silver floods, And every spring: Within the shady woods Let no bird sing! N"
"As (woo'd by May's delights) I have been borne To take the kind air of a wistful morn Near Tavy's voiceful stream (to whom I owe Mo"
"A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth, Nor fairer garden yet was never"
"SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done; So sits the turtle wh"
"Thomalin. Where is every piping lad That the fields are not yclad With their milk-white sheep? Tell me: is it holiday,"
"May! Be thou never grac'd with birds that sing, Nor Flora's pride! In thee all flowers and roses spring, Mine only"
"Son of Erebus and Night, Hie away; and aim thy flight Where consort none other fowl Than the bat and sullen owl; Where upon th"
"Autumn it was when droop'd the sweetest flow'rs, And rivers, swoll'n with pride, o'erlook'd the banks; Poor grew the day of summer's gol"
"Sing soft, ye pretty birds, while Clia sleeps, And gentle gales play gently with the leaves; Learn of the neighbour brooks, whose silen"
"Were't not for you, here should my pen have rest And take a long leave of sweet poesy; Britannia's swains, and rivers far by west,"
"The year hath first his jocund spring, Wherein the leaves, to birds' sweet carolling, Dance with the wind; then sees the summer's da"
"As I have seen when on the breast of Thames A heavenly bevy of sweet English dames, In some calm ev'ning of delightful May, With mu"
"A rose, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth, Nor fairer g"
"Unto a pleasant grove or such like place, Where here the curious cutting of a hedge: There, by a pond, the trimming of the sedge: H"
"The Muses' friend (grey-eyed Aurora) yet Held all the meadows in a cooling sweat, The milk-white gossamers not upwards snow'd, Nor"
"Venus by Adonis' side Crying kiss'd, and kissing cried, Wrung her hands and tore her hair For Adonis dying there. Stay (quoth"
"I saw a silver swan swim down the Lea, Singing a sad farewell unto the vale, While fishes leapt to hear her melody, And on each tho"
"The daisy scatter'd on each mead and down, A golden tuft within a silver crown; (Fair fall that dainty flower! and may there be No"
"So when the pretty rill a place espies, Where with the pebbles she would wantonize, And that her upper stream so much doth wrong her"
"Fairest, when by the rules of palmistry You took my hand to try if you could guess By lines therein if any wight there be Ordain'd"
"I have seen the Lady of the May Set in an arbour, on a holiday, Built by the May-pole, where the jocund swains Dance with the maide"
"Welcome, welcome, do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a spring for ever."
"Willie. Roget, droop not, see the spring Is the earth enamelling, And the birds on every tree Greet this morn with melody:"
"Gentle nymphs, be not refusing, Love's neglect is time's abusing, They and beauty are but lent you; Take the one and keep the other"
"Down in a valley, by a forest's side, Near where the crystal Thames rolls on her waves, I saw a mushroom stand in haughty pride, As"
"A gentle shepherd, born in Arcady, That well could tune his pipe, and deftly play The nymphs asleep with rural minstrelsy, Methough"
"Underneath this sable herse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: Death, ere thou hast slain another,"
"Steer hither, steer your wingd pines, All beaten mariners, Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines, A prey to passenger"
"Now great Hyperion left his golden throne That on the dancing waves in glory shone, For whose declining on the western shore The or"
"Lo, I the man that whilom lov'd and lost, Not dreading loss, do sing again of love; And like a man but lately tempest-toss'd, Try i"
"Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on his hook, Now i"
"Why might I not for once be of that sect, Which hold that souls, when Nature hath her right, Some other bodies to themselves elect;"
"The mounting lark (day's herald) got on wing, Bidding each bird choose out his bough and sing. The lofty treble sung the little wren;"