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The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent read more
The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its lovliness.
 Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
 A box where sweets compacted lie,
  My musick shows read more 
 Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
 A box where sweets compacted lie,
  My musick shows ye have your closes,
   And all must die. 
 The spring's already at the gate
 With looks my care beguiling;
  The country round appeareth straight
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 The spring's already at the gate
 With looks my care beguiling;
  The country round appeareth straight
   A flower-garden smiling. 
 The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
 With comfort are downward gazing.  
 The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
 With comfort are downward gazing. 
A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.
A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up read more
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
 April is the cruelest month, breeding
 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  Memory and desire, stirring
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 April is the cruelest month, breeding
 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  Memory and desire, stirring
   Dull roots with spring rain. 
 Starred forget-me-nots smile sweetly,
 Ring, bluebells, ring!
  Winning eye and heart completely,
   Sing, robin, read more 
 Starred forget-me-nots smile sweetly,
 Ring, bluebells, ring!
  Winning eye and heart completely,
   Sing, robin, sing!
    All among the reeds and rushes,
     Where the brook its music hushes,
      Bright the caloposon blushes,__
       Laugh, O murmuring Spring! 
 Lo! where the rosy bosom'd Hours
 Fair Venus' train appear,
  Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
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 Lo! where the rosy bosom'd Hours
 Fair Venus' train appear,
  Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
   And wake the purple year.