"Philomel" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... wild-flow'r yields; Inhale the Breeze that bends the purple bud, And plays along the margin of the Wood. I've cloth'd them all; the very Woods where thou In infancy learn'd'st praise from every bough. Would'st thou behold again the vernal day? My reign is short;—this instant come away: Ere Philomel shall silent meet the morn; She hails the green, but not the rip'ning corn. Come, ere the pastures lose their yellow flow'rs: Come now; with heart as jocund as ...
— The Farmer's Boy - A Rural Poem • Robert Bloomfield |
