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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 : Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This ...
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 : Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This ...
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... the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen , Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd , Since first I saw you fresh , which yet are green .
... the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen , Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd , Since first I saw you fresh , which yet are green .
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T. Campion LIII THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS While that the sun with his beams hot Scorchéd the fruits in vale and mountain , Philon the shepherd , late forgot , Sitting beside a crystal fountain , In shadow of a green oak tree Upon his ...
T. Campion LIII THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS While that the sun with his beams hot Scorchéd the fruits in vale and mountain , Philon the shepherd , late forgot , Sitting beside a crystal fountain , In shadow of a green oak tree Upon his ...
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Heigh ho ! sing heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly : Then , heigh ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits ...
Heigh ho ! sing heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly : Then , heigh ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits ...
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W. Shakespeare LXIII TO HIS LUTE My lute , be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds their ramage did on thee bestow .
W. Shakespeare LXIII TO HIS LUTE My lute , be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds their ramage did on thee bestow .
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