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... roses spread ; The nightingales thy coming each - where sing ; Make an eternal Spring ! Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore ...
... roses spread ; The nightingales thy coming each - where sing ; Make an eternal Spring ! Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore ...
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... the Spring And wait upon her . She has virgins many , Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any . You're the maiden posies , And so graced To be placed ' Fore damask roses . 24 . Yet , though thus respected , By - 18 THE BOOK OF.
... the Spring And wait upon her . She has virgins many , Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any . You're the maiden posies , And so graced To be placed ' Fore damask roses . 24 . Yet , though thus respected , By - 18 THE BOOK OF.
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... Rose at the well - dissembled fly ; There stood my friend , with patient skill Attending of his trembling quill . Already were the eaves possess'd With the swift pilgrim's daubèd nest ; The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's ...
... Rose at the well - dissembled fly ; There stood my friend , with patient skill Attending of his trembling quill . Already were the eaves possess'd With the swift pilgrim's daubèd nest ; The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's ...
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... roses . See the clear sun , the world's bright eye , In at our window peeping . Lo , how he blusheth to espy Us idle wenches sleeping ! Therefore awake ! make haste , I say , And let us , without staying , All in our gowns of green so ...
... roses . See the clear sun , the world's bright eye , In at our window peeping . Lo , how he blusheth to espy Us idle wenches sleeping ! Therefore awake ! make haste , I say , And let us , without staying , All in our gowns of green so ...
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... roses and sops - in - wine . E. Spenser 34 . May - Song O , THE month of May , the merry month of May , So frolic , so gay , and so green , so green , so green ! O , and then did I unto my true love say , Sweet Peg , thou shalt be my ...
... roses and sops - in - wine . E. Spenser 34 . May - Song O , THE month of May , the merry month of May , So frolic , so gay , and so green , so green , so green ! O , and then did I unto my true love say , Sweet Peg , thou shalt be my ...
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Page 412 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 523 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 391 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 605 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 69 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 502 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 603 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 169 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Page 155 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.