The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageFrancis Turner Palgrave Macmillan and Company, 1886 - 346 страница |
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... sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet Spring ! T. Nash II SUMMONS TO LOVE ...
... sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet Spring ! T. Nash II SUMMONS TO LOVE ...
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... sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . W. Shakespeare VII Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither , come hither , come hither ...
... sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . W. Shakespeare VII Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither , come hither , come hither ...
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... Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they began that hour , How that life was but a flower : And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey ...
... Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they began that hour , How that life was but a flower : And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey ...
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... sweet love remember'd , such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings . W. Shakespeare XIII THE UNCHANGEABLE O never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from ...
... sweet love remember'd , such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings . W. Shakespeare XIII THE UNCHANGEABLE O never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from ...
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... sweet , how I do love thee ! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life - giving power ; For dead , thy breath to life might mov . me . Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I ...
... sweet , how I do love thee ! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life - giving power ; For dead , thy breath to life might mov . me . Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I ...
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art thou auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bliss bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek County Guy dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fear feel flowers frae gentle glory gone grace Gray green Greta woods happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hour kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Lycidas lyre maiden Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poets rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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