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William Browne
1590 - 1645
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A Concert of Birds
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;
A Pleasant Grove
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:
A Rill
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
A Round
Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins / With kind and active fire, / And made green liv'ries for the plains,
An Angler
Now as an angler melancholy standing / Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, / A wriggling yellow worm thrust on his hook,
Birds in May
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
Caelia - Sonnet - 1
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,
Caelia - Sonnet - 2
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;
Caelia - Sonnet - 3
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
Caelia - Sonnet - 5
Sing soft, ye pretty birds, while Cælia sleeps, / And gentle gales play gently with the leaves; / Learn of the neighbour brooks, whose silent deeps
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