Delicate spring-colours...

Delicate spring-colours...

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I'm very seldom here in the Fc in these days! I can't spend a long time in front of the PC - I'll have a look to all wonderful new pics - but it is not

possible to give a comment to all of them - the painkiller give only a little help.... - hope to come back soon - as lively as ever ....



Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!


Spring, the Sweet Spring ~ by Thomas Nashe (1600)









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