John Lyly

(1554 - November 1606 / Kent, England)

John Lyly Poems

1. Syrinx 5/25/2012
2. Fairy Revels 5/25/2012
3. What Bird So Sings, Yet So Does Wail? 1/3/2003
4. Oh, For A Bowl Of Fat Canary 1/3/2003
5. Cards And Kisses 1/4/2003
6. Trico's Song 1/3/2003
7. Vulcan's Song: In Making Of The Arrows 1/3/2003
8. Song 1/3/2003
9. Apelles' Song 1/3/2003
10. Apollo's Song 1/3/2003
11. Eurymine's Song 1/3/2003
12. A Dittie 1/3/2003
13. Mother Bombie 1/3/2003
14. A Song Of Daphne To The Lute 1/3/2003
15. Sappho's Song 1/3/2003
16. Cupid And My Campaspe 1/3/2003
17. Spring's Welcome 1/4/2003
Best Poem of John Lyly

Spring's Welcome

WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale.
Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.
Brave prick-song! Who is't now we hear?
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin redbreast tunes his note!
Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!

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A Dittie

Behold her lockes like wiers of beaten gold,
her eies like starres that twinkle in the skie,
Her heauenly face not framd of earthly molde,
Her voice that sounds Apollos melodie,
The miracle of time, the [whole] worlds storie,
Fortunes Queen, Loues treasure, Natures glory.

No flattering hope she likes, blind Fortunes bait
nor shadowes of delight, fond fansies glasse,

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