William Browne Gentle Poems

  • 1.
    The Muses' friend (grey-eyed Aurora) yet
    Held all the meadows in a cooling sweat,
    The milk-white gossamers not upwards snow'd,
    Nor was the sharp and useful-steering goad
    ...
  • 2.
    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 thorn a gentle nightingale
    ...
  • 3.
    Now great Hyperion left his golden throne
    That on the dancing waves in glory shone,
    For whose declining on the western shore
    The oriental hills black mantles wore,
    ...
  • 4.
    Sing soft, ye pretty birds, while CĂ«lia sleeps,
    And gentle gales play gently with the leaves;
    Learn of the neighbour brooks, whose silent deeps
    Would teach him fear, that her soft sleep bereaves
    ...
  • 5.
    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;
    ...
  • 6.
    Son of Erebus and Night,
    Hie away; and aim thy flight
    Where consort none other fowl
    Than the bat and sullen owl;
    ...
  • 7.
    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 if the lilies grew to be his slaves;
    ...
  • 8.
    A gentle shepherd, born in Arcady,
    That well could tune his pipe, and deftly play
    The nymphs asleep with rural minstrelsy,
    Methought I saw, upon a summer's day,
    ...
Total 8 Gentle Poems by William Browne

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