100 INVOCATION TO DIANA. INVOCATION TO DIANA. QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Earth, let not thy envious shade Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal-shining quiver: Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe how short soever; B. Jonson. UNIV. OF CALIFORNIA TO APOLLO. TO APOLLO. SING to Apollo, god of day, Whose golden beams with morning play, To Physic and to Poesy's king. Crown all his altars with bright fire, To the glittering Delian king. J. Lylye. SHAKE off your heavy trance, Such as no mortals use to tread; Fit only for Apollo To play to, for the moon to lead, And all the stars to follow! F. Beaumont. HOLIDAY IN ARCADIA. 103 HOLIDAY IN ARCADIA. WOODMEN, shepherds, come away, With your heaven-aspiring airs While valleys with your echoes ring. Nymphs that dwell within these groves, Crown your golden hair with roses; As you pass Foot like fairies on the grass. Joy crown our bowers! Philomel, Let trees dance, As they at Thracian lyre did once; Mountains play, This is the shepherds' holiday. F. Shirley. 104 SONG OF A SATYR. SONG OF A SATYR. THROUGH yon same bending plain Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus! nuts more brown For these black-eyed Dryope Hath often-times commanded me With my claspèd knee to climb: See how well the lusty time Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread! Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green; The great god Pan himself doth eat: The hanging mountain, or the field, |