American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 страница |
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... roses , pinks , and gilli - flowers Seemed on ' s head to grow bedew'd with showers ; His face as fresh as is Aurora fair When blushing she begins to light the air . No wooden horse , but one of mettal try'd , He seems to fly or swim ...
... roses , pinks , and gilli - flowers Seemed on ' s head to grow bedew'd with showers ; His face as fresh as is Aurora fair When blushing she begins to light the air . No wooden horse , but one of mettal try'd , He seems to fly or swim ...
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... Roses . Now swarms the busy , witty , honey - Bee , Whose praise deserves a page from more then me . The cleanly Huswifes Dary ' s now in th ' prime , Her shelves and firkins fill'd for winter time . The meads with Cowslips , Honey ...
... Roses . Now swarms the busy , witty , honey - Bee , Whose praise deserves a page from more then me . The cleanly Huswifes Dary ' s now in th ' prime , Her shelves and firkins fill'd for winter time . The meads with Cowslips , Honey ...
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... rose , Thence hurry'd by the Blast of stupid foes , Whose foggy Darkness and benummed Senses Brook'd not his daz'ling fervent Influences . Thus did he move on Earth from East to West ; There he went down , and up to Heaven for Rest ...
... rose , Thence hurry'd by the Blast of stupid foes , Whose foggy Darkness and benummed Senses Brook'd not his daz'ling fervent Influences . Thus did he move on Earth from East to West ; There he went down , and up to Heaven for Rest ...
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... roses flush their glowing checks , The snowy lillies twining round their necks ; Their rustling manteaus , huddled on in haste , They clasp with shining girdles round their waist . Nor less the speed and care of every beau To shine in ...
... roses flush their glowing checks , The snowy lillies twining round their necks ; Their rustling manteaus , huddled on in haste , They clasp with shining girdles round their waist . Nor less the speed and care of every beau To shine in ...
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... rose , whilst on its leaves Yet the bright scented dew - drop's found , Pleas'd on thy bosom whilst it heaves , 20 25 330 35 Shall shake its heav'nly fragrance round . Then mingled sweets the sense shall raise , Then mingled THOMAS ...
... rose , whilst on its leaves Yet the bright scented dew - drop's found , Pleas'd on thy bosom whilst it heaves , 20 25 330 35 Shall shake its heav'nly fragrance round . Then mingled sweets the sense shall raise , Then mingled THOMAS ...
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