<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spring Morning II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Willie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roget, droop not, see the spring<br>Is the earth enamelling,<br>And the birds on every tree<br>Greet this morn with melody:<br>Hark, how yonder thrustle chants it,<br>And her mate as proudly vants it<br>See how every stream is dress'd<br>By her margin with the best<br>Of Flora's gifts; she seems glad<br>For such brooks such flow'rs she had.<br>All the trees are quaintly tired<br>With green buds, of all desired;<br>And the hawthorn every day<br>Spreads some little show of May:<br>See the primrose sweetly set<br>By the much-lov'd violet,<br>All the banks do sweetly cover,<br>As they would invite a lover<br>With his lass to see their dressing<br>And to grace them by their pressing:<br>Yet in all this merry tide<br>When all cares are laid aside,<br>Roget sits as if his blood<br>Had not felt the quick'ning good<br>Of the sun, nor cares to play,<br>Or with songs to pass the day<br>As he wont: fie, Roget, fie,<br>Raise thy head, and merrily<br>Tune us somewhat to thy reed:<br>See our flocks do freely feed,<br>Here we may together sit,<br>And for music very fit<br>Is this place; from yonder wood<br>Comes an echo shrill and good,<br>Twice full perfectly it will<br>Answer to thine oaten quill.<br>Roget, droop not then, but sing<br>Some kind welcome to the spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Browne">William Browne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116044" data-title="Spring Morning II de William Browne" data-description="Willie./Roget, droop not, see the spring/Is the earth enamelling,/And the birds on every tree/Greet this morn with melody:/Hark, how yonder thrustle chants it,/And her mate as proudly vants it/See how every stream is dress'd/By her margin with the..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black