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The following poem by Robert Herrick, entitled “ Farewell 
Frost; or. Welcome Spring,” is very descriptive, though not 
remarkable for the peculiar melody of sound usually found in 
his short but sweet writings. 
Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appeare 
Recloth’d in freshe and verdant diaper; 
Thawed are the snowes, and now the lusty spring 
Gives to each mead a neat enameling; 
The palmes put forth their gemmes, and every tree 
Now swaggers in her leavy gallantry. 
The while the Daulian minstrell sw'eetly sings. 
With warbling notes, her Tyrrean sufferings. 
What gentle winds respire! as if here 
Never had been the northern plunderer. 
To strip the trees and fields, to tlieir distresse. 
Leaving them in a pittied nakednesse. 
And look how when a frantick storme doth teare 
A stubborn oake or holme, long growing there. 
But lul’d to calmnesse, then succeeds a breeze 
That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees; 
So when this warre, which tempest-like doth spoil 
Our salt, our come, our honie, wine, and oil. 
Falls to a temper, and doth mildly cast 
His inconsiderate frenzie off at last; 
The gentle dove may, when these turmoils cease. 
Bring in her bill, once more, the branch of peace. 
The changes from Winter to Spring, and from a time of 
war to that of peace, are here very happily compared. But in 
our Flower legends Henick will be heard to greatest advantage; 
in grace, fancy, and the most melodious cadences of verse, 
he is unrivalled, either by old or modern writers. Yet while 
thus eulogising his really sweet poems, 1 ought, perhaps, to 
