Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, Том 1Macmillan, 1903 - 161 страница |
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... run softly , till I end my song . There in a meadow by the river's side A flock of nymphs I chancéd to espy All lovely daughters of the flood thereby , With goodly greenish locks all loose untied As each had been a bride ; And each one ...
... run softly , till I end my song . There in a meadow by the river's side A flock of nymphs I chancéd to espy All lovely daughters of the flood thereby , With goodly greenish locks all loose untied As each had been a bride ; And each one ...
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... run softly , till I end my song . Eftsoons the nymphs , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood As they came floating on the crystal flood ; Whom when they saw , they stood amazéd still Their ...
... run softly , till I end my song . Eftsoons the nymphs , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood As they came floating on the crystal flood ; Whom when they saw , they stood amazéd still Their ...
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... run softly till I end my song . ' Ye gentle birds ! the world's fair ornament , And Heaven's glory , whom this happy hour Doth lead unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle heart's content Of your love's ...
... run softly till I end my song . ' Ye gentle birds ! the world's fair ornament , And Heaven's glory , whom this happy hour Doth lead unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle heart's content Of your love's ...
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... run softly , till I end my song . At length they all to merry London came , To merry London , my most kindly nurse , That to me gave this life's first native source , Though from another place I take my name , An house of ancient fame ...
... run softly , till I end my song . At length they all to merry London came , To merry London , my most kindly nurse , That to me gave this life's first native source , Though from another place I take my name , An house of ancient fame ...
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... run softly , till I end my song . 1 1 1 E. Spenser THE HAPPY HEART LXX Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplex'd ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex ...
... run softly , till I end my song . 1 1 1 E. Spenser THE HAPPY HEART LXX Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplex'd ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex ...
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A. H. Bullen's Abbott accents adieu Anon beauty birds blow Book breath bridal day Bullen cæsura Campion Cymbeline death DIRGE dost doth Drummond Earl earth Elizabethan Elizabethan Song-Books end my song English poetry eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Queene fair favourite flowers Golden Pomp Golden Treasury grief heart heaven Heigh Henry Hey nonny nonny iambic King kiss lines lips Love's lovers lyric Madrigal meaning Merchant of Venice merry Metre Michael Macmillan Milton mortal never Nicholas Breton Night nightingale passion play poem poets rhyme Richard II Rosaline roses run softly Say nay sense sewed Shakespeare Shakespeare's Sonnets Shepherd Sidney sing sorrow soul Spenser Spring stanza summer's Sweet Thames Tereus thee thine thou art thought Time's trochaic Twelfth Night unto untrue Love vale of Tempe verb verse W. T. Webb wanton Weep whilst wind word youth دو
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