Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... Spring , 32. The Poplar Field , · 21 95 བས 21 7276 21 2223 22 1555 95 90 96 96 97 995 • M. Prior , · W. Blake , • O. Goldsmith , 23 98 • R. Burns , 23 98 T. Gray , 24 99 • • W. Collins , 27 108 · C. Smart , 30 112 • · W. Blake , 31 113 ...
... Spring , 32. The Poplar Field , · 21 95 བས 21 7276 21 2223 22 1555 95 90 96 96 97 995 • M. Prior , · W. Blake , • O. Goldsmith , 23 98 • R. Burns , 23 98 T. Gray , 24 99 • • W. Collins , 27 108 · C. Smart , 30 112 • · W. Blake , 31 113 ...
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... Spring : CLII . Till April starts , and calls around 5 The sleeping fragrance from the ground , And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble ...
... Spring : CLII . Till April starts , and calls around 5 The sleeping fragrance from the ground , And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble ...
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... Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung : T. Gray CLX . 5 ...
... Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung : T. Gray CLX . 5 ...
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... springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take . The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow . Now the rich stream of music winds along Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Thro ' verdant vales ...
... springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take . The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow . Now the rich stream of music winds along Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Thro ' verdant vales ...
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... SPRING Lo ! where the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose the long - expecting flowers And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note , The untaught harmony of Spring ...
... SPRING Lo ! where the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose the long - expecting flowers And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note , The untaught harmony of Spring ...
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