I love to rise in a summer morn When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me. O! what sweet company. I THE CHILSWELL BOOK OF ENGLISH POETRY... Hunting Song WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear: Merrily merrily mingle they; 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, Waken, lords and ladies gay, We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; You shall see him brought to bay; 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' 3 Louder, louder chant the lay, Tell them, youth and mirth and glee Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, Gentle lords and ladies gay! Song from Cymbeline Scott. HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin Arise, arise! Shakespeare. Song on May Morning Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger, Milton. harbinger] herald. The Echoing Green THE Sun does arise And make happy the skies; To welcome the Spring; The birds of the bush, To the bells' cheerful sound; Old John, with white hair, Till the little ones, weary, The sun does descend, And our sports have an end. Round the laps of their mothers Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest, And sport no more seen On the darkening Green. Blake. 5 UNDER the greenwood tree And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets- No enemy But winter and rough weather. 6 Shakespeare. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees To his music plants and flowers There had made a lasting Spring. Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads and then lay by. Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. Shakespeare. |