The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1920 - 279 страница |
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... cowslip in the zun , The thyme upon the down do grow , The clote where streams do run ; An ' where do pretty maïdens grow An ' blow , but where the tow'r Do rise among the bricken tuns , In Blackmwore by the Stour . If you could zee ...
... cowslip in the zun , The thyme upon the down do grow , The clote where streams do run ; An ' where do pretty maïdens grow An ' blow , but where the tow'r Do rise among the bricken tuns , In Blackmwore by the Stour . If you could zee ...
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... cowslip out of the field ; · Flowers to these spirits in prison ' are all they can know of the spring , They freshen and sweeten the wards like the waft of an Angel's wing ; And she lay with a flower in one hand and her thin hands crost ...
... cowslip out of the field ; · Flowers to these spirits in prison ' are all they can know of the spring , They freshen and sweeten the wards like the waft of an Angel's wing ; And she lay with a flower in one hand and her thin hands crost ...
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... cowslips on the meadow lea , How have I run for them ! I look'd with wild and childish glee Upon each golden gem : And when they bow'd their heads so shy I laugh'd , and thought they danced for joy . And when a man in early years , How ...
... cowslips on the meadow lea , How have I run for them ! I look'd with wild and childish glee Upon each golden gem : And when they bow'd their heads so shy I laugh'd , and thought they danced for joy . And when a man in early years , How ...
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... cowslips never stirr'd ; And we should tease her with our plaint in vain ! Well ! wind - dispersed and vain the words will be , Yet , Thyrsis , let me give my grief its hour In the old haunt , and find our tree - topp'd hill ! Who , if ...
... cowslips never stirr'd ; And we should tease her with our plaint in vain ! Well ! wind - dispersed and vain the words will be , Yet , Thyrsis , let me give my grief its hour In the old haunt , and find our tree - topp'd hill ! Who , if ...
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... cowslips grew , and far descried High tower'd the spikes of purple orchises , Hath since our day put by The coronals of that forgotten time ; Down each green bank hath gone the ploughboy's team , And only in the hidden brookside gleam ...
... cowslips grew , and far descried High tower'd the spikes of purple orchises , Hath since our day put by The coronals of that forgotten time ; Down each green bank hath gone the ploughboy's team , And only in the hidden brookside gleam ...
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