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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Corinna's Going A-Maying</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Get up, get up for shame, the blooming Morn<br>Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.<br> See how Aurora throws her fair<br> Fresh-quilted colours through the air;<br> Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see<br> The dew bespangling herb and tree.<br>Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east,<br>Above an hour since; yet you not drest,<br> Nay! not so much as out of bed?<br> When all the birds have matins said,<br> And sung their thankful hymns, 'tis sin,<br> Nay, profanation, to keep in,<br>Whenas a thousand virgins on this day<br>Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rise; and put on your foliage, and be seen<br>To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green;<br> And sweet as Flora. Take no care<br> For jewels for your gown, or hair;<br> Fear not, the leaves will strew<br> Gems in abundance upon you;<br>Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,<br>Against you come, some orient pearls unwept;<br> Come and receive them while the light<br> Hangs on the dew-locks of the night;<br> And Titan on the eastern hill<br> Retires himself, or else stands still<br>Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying;<br>Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark<br>How each field turns a street, each street a park<br> Made green and trimm'd with trees; see how<br> Devotion gives each house a bough<br> Or branch; each porch, each door ere this<br> An ark, a tabernacle is,<br>Made up of white-thorn, neatly interwove;<br>As if here were those cooler shades of love.<br> Can such delights be in the street<br> And open fields and we not see't?<br> Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey<br> The proclamation made for May,<br>And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;<br>But my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's not a budding boy, or girl, this day,<br>But is got up, and gone to bring in May.<br> A deal of youth, ere this, is come<br> Back, and with white-thorn laden, home.<br> Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream,<br> Before that we have left to dream;<br>And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth,<br>And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth;<br> Many a green-gown has been given;<br> Many a kiss, both odd and even;<br> Many a glance too has been sent<br> From out the eye, love's firmament;<br>Many a jest told of the keys betraying<br>This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not a-Maying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, let us go, while we are in our prime;<br>And take the harmless folly of the time.<br> We shall grow old apace, and die<br> Before we know our liberty.<br> Our life is short, and our days run<br> As fast away as does the sun;<br>And as a vapour, or a drop of rain,<br>Once lost, can ne'er be found again,<br> So when or you or I are made<br> A fable, song, or fleeting shade,<br> All love, all liking, all delight<br>Lies drown'd with us in endless night.<br>Then while time serves, and we are but decaying,<br>Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q>
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Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
 See how Aurora throws her fair
 Fresh-quilted colours through the air;
 Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
 The dew bespangling herb and tree.
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