William Browne Soft Poems
- 1. Glide Soft, Ye Silver Floods
Glide soft, ye silver floods,
And every spring:
Within the shady woods
Let no bird sing!
... - 2. Night
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,
... - 3. An Angler
Now as an angler melancholy standing
Upon a green bank yielding room for landing,
A wriggling yellow worm thrust on his hook,
Now in the midst he throws, then in a nook:
... - 4. Caelia - Sonnet - 5
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. Welcome, Welcome, Do I Sing,
Welcome, welcome, do I sing,
Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
... - 6. Britannia's Pastorals
Now as an angler melancholy standing
Upon a green bank yielding room for landing,
A wriggling yellow worm thrust on his hook,
Now in the midst he throws, then in a nook:
... - 7. A Welcome
Welcome, welcome! do I sing,
Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
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