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  • 1.
    The Shepheardes Calender: April

    APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL
    Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
    What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ytorne?
    Or is thy Bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete?
    Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?

    Or bene thine eyes attempred to the yeare,
    Quenching the gasping furrowes thirst with rayne?
    Like April shoure, so stremes the trickling teares
    Adowne thy cheeke, to quenche thy thristye payne.

    HOBBINOLL
    Nor thys, nor that, so muche doeth make me mourne,
    But for the ladde, whome long I lovd so deare,
    Nowe loves a lasse, that all his love doth scorne:
    He plongd in payne, his tressed locks dooth teare.

    Shepheards delights he dooth them all forsweare,
    Hys pleasaunt Pipe, whych made us meriment,
    He wylfully hath broke, and doth forbeare
    His wonted songs, wherein he all outwent.

    THENOT
    What is he for a Ladde, you so lament?
    Ys love such pinching payne to them, that prove?
    And hath he skill to make so excellent,
    Yet hath so little skill to brydle love?

    HOBBINOLL
    Colin thou kenst, the Southerne shepheardes boye:
    Him Love hath wounded with a deadly darte.
    Whilome on him was all my care and joye,
    Forcing with gyfts to winne his wanton heart.

    But now from me hys madding mynd is starte,
    And woes the Widdowes daughter of the glenne:
    So nowe fayre Rosalind hath bredde hys smart,
    So now his frend is chaunged for a frenne.

    THENOT
    But if hys ditties bene so trimly dight,
    I pray thee Hobbinoll, recorde some one:
    The whiles our flockes doe graze about in sight,
    And we close shrowded in thys shade alone.

    HOBBINOLL
    Contented I: then will I singe his laye
    Of fayre Elisa, Queene of shepheardes all:
    Which once he made, as by a spring he laye,
    And tuned it unto the Waters fall.

    Ye dayntye Nymphs, that in this blessed Brooke
    doe bathe your brest,
    Forsake your watry bowres, and hether looke,
    at my request:
    And eke you Virgins, that on Parnasse dwell,
    Whence floweth Helicon the learned well,
    Helpe me to blaze
    Her worthy praise,
    Which in her sexe doth all excell.

    Of fayre Eliza be your silver song,
    that blessed wight:
    The flowre of Virgins, may shee florish long,
    In princely plight.
    For shee is Syrinx daughter without spotte,
    Which Pan the shepheards God of her begot:
    So sprong her grace
    Of heavenly race,
    No mortall blemishe may her blotte.

    See, where she sits upon the grassie greene,
    (O seemely sight)
    Yclad in Scarlot like a mayden Queene,
    And Ermines white.
    Upon her head a Cremosin coronet,
    With Damaske roses and Daffadillies set:
    Bayleaves betweene,
    And Primroses greene
    Embellish the sweete Violet.

    Tell me, have ye seene her angelick face,
    Like Ph{oe}be fayre?
    Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace
    can you well compare?
    The Redde rose medled with the White yfere,
    In either cheeke depeincten lively chere.
    Her modest eye,
    Her Majestie,
    Where have you seene the like, but there?

    I sawe Ph{oe}bus thrust out his golden hedde,
    upon her to gaze:
    But when he sawe, how broade her beames did spredde,
    it did him amaze.
    He blusht to see another Sunne belowe,
    Ne durst againe his fyrye face out showe:
    Let him, if he dare,
    His brightnesse compare
    With hers, to have the overthrowe.

    Shewe thy selfe Cynthia with thy silver rayes,
    and be not abasht:
    When shee the beames of her beauty displayes,
    O how art thou dasht?
    But I will not match her with Latonaes seede,
    Such follie great sorow to Niobe did breede.
    Now she is a stone,
    And makes dayly mone,
    Warning all other to take heede.

    Pan may be proud, that ever he begot
    such a Bellibone,
    And Syrinx rejoyse, that ever was her lot
    to beare such an one.
    Soone as my younglings cryen for the dam,
    To her will I offer a milkwhite Lamb:
    Shee is my goddesse plaine,
    And I her shepherds swayne,
    Albee forswonck and forswatt I am.

    I see Calliope speede her to the place,
    where my Goddesse shines:
    And after her the other Muses trace,
    with their Violines.
    Bene they not Bay braunches, which they doe beare,
    All for Elisa in her hand to weare?
    So sweetely they play,
    And sing all the way,
    That it a heaven is to heare.

    Lo how finely the graces can it foote
    to the Instrument:
    They dauncen deffly, and singen soote,
    in their meriment.
    Wants not a fourth grace, to make the daunce even?
    Let that rowme to my Lady be yeven:
    She shalbe a grace,
    To fyll the fourth place,
    And reigne with the rest in heaven.

    And whither rennes this bevie of Ladies bright,
    raunged in a rowe?
    They bene all Ladyes of the lake behight,
    that unto her goe.
    Chloris, that is the chiefest Nymph of al,
    Of Olive braunches beares a Coronall:
    Olives bene for peace,
    When wars doe surcease:
    Such for a Princesse bene principall.

    Ye shepheards daughters, that dwell on the greene,
    hye you there apace:
    Let none come there, but that Virgins bene,
    to adorne her grace.
    And when you come, whereas shee is in place,
    See, that your rudeness doe not you disgrace:
    Binde your fillets faste,
    And gird in your waste,
    For more finesse, with a tawdrie lace.

    Bring hether the Pincke and purple Cullambine,
    With Gelliflowres:
    Bring Coronations, and Sops in wine,
    worne of Paramoures.
    Strowe me the ground with Daffadowndillies,
    And Cowslips, and Kingcups, and loved Lillies:
    The pretie Pawnce,
    And the Chevisaunce,
    Shall match with the fayre flowre Delice.

    Now ryse up Elisa, decked as thou art,
    in royall aray:
    And now ye daintie Damsells may depart
    echeone her way,
    I feare, I have troubled your troupes to longe:
    Let dame Eliza thanke you for her song.
    And if you come hether,
    When Damsines I gether,
    I will part them all you among.
    THENOT
    And was thilk same song of Colins owne making?
    Ah foolish boy, that is with love yblent:
    Great pittie is, he be in such taking,
    For naught caren, that bene so lewdly bent.
    HOBBINOLL
    Sicker I hold him, for a greater fon,
    That loves the thing, he cannot purchase.
    But let us homeward: for night draweth on,
    And twincling starres the daylight hence chase.THENOTS EMBLEME


    O quam te memorem virgo?HOBBINOLLS EMBLEME


    O dea certe. read more »

  • 2.
    The Canterbury Tales

    Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of Caunterbury.

    Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote,
    The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
    And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
    Of which vertu engendred is the flour; read more »

  • 3.
    In April

    This I saw on an April day:
    Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
    A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
    And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path read more »

  • 4.
    April Midnight -new-

    Side by side through the streets at midnight,
    Roaming together,
    Through the tumultuous night of London,
    In the miraculous April weather. read more »

  • 5.
    April Rain Song

    Let the rain kiss you
    Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
    Let the rain sing you a lullaby
    The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk read more »

  • 6.
    The English in Virginia, April 1607 -new-

    They landed and could
    see nothing but
    meadows and tall
    trees— read more »

  • 7.
    A Calendar of Sonnets: April

    No days such honored days as these! While yet
    Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
    For some fair thing which should forever bide
    On earth, her beauteous memory to set read more »

  • 8.
    April

    The roofs are shining from the rain.
    The sparrows tritter as they fly,
    And with a windy April grace
    The little clouds go by. read more »

  • 9.
    Flower God, God Of The Spring

    FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
    Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
    Here I wander in April
    Cold, grey-headed; and still to my read more »

  • 10.
    A Rainy Day in April

    When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
    Like holy water falls upon the plain,
    'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
    And see your harvest born. read more »

  • 11.
    Spring

    To what purpose, April, do you return again?
    Beauty is not enough.
    You can no longer quiet me with the redness
    Of little leaves opening stickily. read more »

  • 12.
    April

    April, April,
    Laugh thy girlish laughter;
    Then, the moment after,
    Weep thy girlish tears! read more »

New April Poems

  1. His Own April Fool, Spock the Vegan
  2. kavya - the afternoon of 2nd april, Nikhil Parekh
  3. Part VIII: In My Book Of You, Muna Moons Ahmed Taha
  4. UNlucky 13 Of April 2014 NPM Poetry, Charles Hice
  5. April, gajanan mishra
  6. April's Fool كذبة نيسان, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  7. If you believe - it will come true, Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)
  8. They Are Gathering To Celebrate April Fo.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  9. APril 1 is ONe, Charles Hice
  10. Winter Dream, Aldous Huxley
  11. THE WORLD'S APRIL FOOL, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  12. April 1, Kriztan Rei Palces
  13. four April Haiku, oskar hansen
  14. April fool for love, Sykolodyne Syko
  15. APril Ate Mhy Shorts April 8 2013 NPM, Charles Hice
  16. APril SEVENTH NPM Poetry, Charles Hice
  17. NPM APril 4 2013 Haiku eye, Charles Hice
  18. APRIL FOOL?, MAHMUD HASSAN
  19. The Call Of April, Madison Julius Cawein
  20. Date of birth, gajanan mishra
  21. April Rain, Desert Life
  22. April Again, Virna Sheard
  23. Home Thoughts from Abroad, Norah M. Holland
  24. April Rain! !, d'menz veen
  25. APRIL TUNES, Robert Edgar Burns
  26. Remembering Titanic 100 Years, hormish woo
  27. I'm April the seventh, Miroslava Odalovic
  28. * Torturous, Margaret Alice Second
  29. Lady April, David Whalen
  30. April Fool, Pervyyn Kavarana
  31. Happy Be, Miroslava Odalovic
  32. April Sun, gajanan mishra
  33. The Shadows Fell, dino evans
  34. Tears for April, Alan Strand
  35. April, Gregory Huyette
  36. April Rain, mollie myers
  37. April 10,2003, Sylvia Loven Carter
  38. April, robin machorro
  39. Sweet Wild April, William Force Stead
  40. When April Comes!, Virna Sheard
  41. April, Virna Sheard
  42. April Showers, Crystal Chown
  43. Travel Haiku - April New Orleans, john tiong chunghoo
  44. April, William Watson
  45. ! C FOR COURAGE!, Ajay Pisharody
  46. Days of April, Whitney Albright
  47. ! APRIL A SONG LOST !, Rema Prasanaa
  48. April Fool, Gomer LePoet
  49. APRIL SONG, Aldo Kraas
  50. April, Mark R Slaughter
  51. *802 DIAMOND BIRTHSTONE OF APRIL, John Knight
  52. APRIL GLORY, Aldo Kraas
  53. Snow in April, C Richard Miles
  54. Spring On April Avenue, Not A Dream Choice
  55. April Love, John Knight
  56. Coming Home April, Sonya Florentino
  57. The wall - fiery pools (2 haiku), Ben Gieske
  58. fiery flames/new neighbor (haiku), Ben Gieske
  59. Gray Music, Sandra Fowler
  60. April's Away., Fay Slimm
  61. ! SONG OF APRIL!, Rema Prasanaa
  62. Young William And Young April, GREENWOLFE 1962
  63. Jagger has a sister, Susie Sunshine
  64. April, Dear April, Mark R Slaughter
  65. APRIL and a FOOL, RHEY W. HEDGES
  66. April Flower, John Paul Ang
  67. Love for a Season, Danny Speicher
  68. Breaking up, Davon Montgomery
  69. #272 Haiku It's April I Know, Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
  70. A Sandy Beach In April, David Harris
  71. now is new April (haiku), Peter S. Quinn
  72. ' APRIL, Tsira Gogeshvili
  73. Haiku 'my April dance dance', Peter S. Quinn
  74. Haiku Interruption, Jonathan ROBIN
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