Poems with rhymes of ling

Tho' sweetly smile your tardy spring;
Yet every mountain, clothed with ling,

Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
While the old heron from the lonely lake
Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing,

The fire's among the ling,
The beechen hedge is breaking,
The curlew's on the wing;

On heights of bracken and ling,
And Earth, unto her leaflet tips,
Tingles with the Spring.

His eye's the eye of a king,
And he'll beggar the pride of some that ride
Before he leaves the ling!

To welcome - officially - spring
Ting-a-ling

Sprent thai samyn intill a ling,
50 Schyr Hanry myssit the noble king

By night: that, ere the early dawn shall spring
And all the hills turn rosy with the Ling,

Leets up yon plats o' ling;
An' gert white fishes lowp an' scun,
Wheer t' weirs ower t' watter hing.

His eye's the eye of a king,
And he'll beggar the pride of some that ride
Before he leaves the ling!

The fire's among the ling,
The beechen hedge is breaking,
The curlew's on the wing;

The collapse of an illusion is the primary sting
when you find the one you chose
is a ding a ling.