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Page 130
... rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses . Hang on such thorns , and play as wantonly When summer's breath ...
... rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses . Hang on such thorns , and play as wantonly When summer's breath ...
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... rose at evening bright Towards Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute , Tempered to the oaten flute , Rough Satyrs danced , and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be ...
... rose at evening bright Towards Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute , Tempered to the oaten flute , Rough Satyrs danced , and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be ...
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... rose the morrow morn . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR / 1775 – 1864 Rose Aylmer Ah , what avails the sceptred race ! Ah , what the form divine ! What every virtue , every grace ! Rose Aylmer , all were thine . Rose Aylmer , whom these wakeful ...
... rose the morrow morn . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR / 1775 – 1864 Rose Aylmer Ah , what avails the sceptred race ! Ah , what the form divine ! What every virtue , every grace ! Rose Aylmer , all were thine . Rose Aylmer , whom these wakeful ...
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