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Pan, the father of our sheep;

And arm in arm
Tread we softly in a round,
Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground
Fills the music with her sound.

Pan, O great god Pan, to thee

Thus do we sing!
Thou who keep'st us chaste and free

As the young spring:
Ever be thy honour spoke,
From that place the morn is broke,
To that place day doth unyoke!

John FLETCHER

THE LAPFUL OF NUTS

Whene'er I see soft hazel eyes

And nut-brown curls,
I think of those bright days I spent

Among the Limerick girls;
When up through Cratla woods I went

Nutting with thee,
And we pluck'd the glossy clustering fruit

From many a bending tree.

Beneath the hazel boughs we sat,

Thou, love, and I,
And the gather'd nuts lay in thy lap,

Beneath thy downcast eye;

THE DAFFODILS

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But little we thought of the store we'd won,

I, love, or thou; For our hearts were full, and we dared not own

The love that's spoken now.

Oh, there's wars for willing hearts in Spain,

And high Germanie!
And I'll come back, ere long, again

With knightly fame and fee:
And I'll come back, if I ever come back,

Faithful to thee,
That sat with thy white lap full of nuts,
Beneath the hazel-tree.

SAMUEL FERGUSON

MY HEART LEAPS UP

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man:

And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

THE DAFFODILS

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance,

The waves beside them danced, but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but be gay

In such a jocund company! I gazed - and gazed - but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

THE BEANFIELD

A BEANFIELD in blossom smells as sweet
As Araby, or groves of orange flowers;

THE MAN OF LIFE UPRIGHT

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Black-eyed and white, and feathered to one's feet, How sweet they smell in morning's dewy hours. When seething night is left upon the flowers, Another morn's sun shines brightly o’er the field, The bean bloom glitters in the gems of showers, And sweet the fragrance which the union yields To battered footpaths crossing o'er the fields.

John CLARE

A SONG

For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
There is no measure upon earth.
Nay, they wither, root and stem,
If an end be set to them.

Overbrim and overflow,
If your own heart you would know; ;
For the spirit born to bless
Lives but in its own excess.

LAURENCE BINYON

THE MAN OF LIFE UPRIGHT

The man of life upright,

Whose cheerful mind is free
From weight of impious deeds,

And yoke of vanity;

The man whose silent days

In harmless joys are spent,

Whom hopes cannot delude,

Nor sorrows discontent;

That man needs neither towers,

Nor armour for defence,
Nor vaults his guilt to shroud

From thunder's violence;

He only can behold

With unaffrighted eyes
The horrors of the deep,

And terrors of the skies.

Thus, scorning all the cares

That fate or fortune brings,
His book the heavens he makes,

His wisdom heavenly things;

Good thoughts his surest friends,

His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
And quiet pilgrimage.

THOMAS CAMPION

LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

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