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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM, by BION Poet's Biography First Line: Which season, myrson, does most pleasure bring Last Line: And all earth's products full perfection show. Subject(s): Spring | |||
CLEODEMUS and MYRSON CLEODEMUS WHICH season, Myrson, does most pleasure bring, The Summer, Autumn, Winter, or the Spring? Does not the SUMMER? When the joyful swain Pays Ceres' rights, and fills his barns with grain. Or is the AUTUMN best in your esteem? That drives no shepherd to the distant stream To quench his thirst: or wanting common food, To range for nuts and acorns in the wood. For then our vines their nectar juice afford: And orchards with ambrosian fruits are stor'd. Or can you the cold WINTER more admire? When frost and snow confine you to the fire, With wine and feasting, music and delights, And pleasant tales, to shorten tedious nights. Or give you for the flow'ry SPRING your voice? Pray tell me, for I long to hear your choice. MYRSON Since God at first (as we from poets hear) Distinguish'd these Four Seasons of the Year, Sacred to Deities, to whom we bow, Our judgement of them they will scarce allow. Yet, Cleodemus, answ'ring your request, I'll tell my thoughts, which I esteem the best. SUMMER offends, when Sol with fiercest ray, On my tir'd limbs, does fainting heats convey: And me as little can moist AUTUMN please, Engend'ring fogs, that season's all disease; Much less could I delight in WINTER'S snow, Its nipping frosts, or tempests when they blow. But, oh, the SPRING! whose name delights the ear, Would a continual spring were all the year. If th' others brought no damage, yet the Spring, With purer air, makes birds in concert sing. It clothes our fields, our gardens, and our bowers, In fresh array, adorn'd with various flowers. It makes the fruitful Earth, when pregnant long, Bring forth, and kindly nurse her tender young. Herds leave their fodder, and in pastures keep; And day is equal to the time of sleep. When God from Nothing made the Heav'ns and Earth, And first gave all his creatures life and birth: Sure it was Spring, and gentle winds did blow, And all Earth's products full perfection show. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION |
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