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... sentiment , from the gay flowers of May to the bright stars and spotless snows of December . The See his Works by Cunningham , vol . vi . p . 29 . shepherd hearing of , and seeing only a pastoral life INTRODUCTION . iii.
... sentiment , from the gay flowers of May to the bright stars and spotless snows of December . The See his Works by Cunningham , vol . vi . p . 29 . shepherd hearing of , and seeing only a pastoral life INTRODUCTION . iii.
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... flowers , and rural kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A jaunty gown of finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull- And shoes lin'd choicely for the cold --- With buckles of the purest gold . A belt of straw , and ...
... flowers , and rural kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A jaunty gown of finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull- And shoes lin'd choicely for the cold --- With buckles of the purest gold . A belt of straw , and ...
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... flowers in every field , To winter floods their treasures vield ; A honey'd tongue , a heart of gall , Is Fancy's spring , but Sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Are all ...
... flowers in every field , To winter floods their treasures vield ; A honey'd tongue , a heart of gall , Is Fancy's spring , but Sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Are all ...
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... flowers , Ever sprung ; as sun , and showers , There had been a lasting spring . Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads , and then lay by . In sweet music is such art ; Killing care and grief of ...
... flowers , Ever sprung ; as sun , and showers , There had been a lasting spring . Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads , and then lay by . In sweet music is such art ; Killing care and grief of ...
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... flowers , and Philomel , Light , lustre , scent , and music tine , And yield to merit more divine . The rose , and lily , the whole spring , Unto her breath for sweetness speed ; The diamond darkens in the ring ; When she appears , the ...
... flowers , and Philomel , Light , lustre , scent , and music tine , And yield to merit more divine . The rose , and lily , the whole spring , Unto her breath for sweetness speed ; The diamond darkens in the ring ; When she appears , the ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang Amynta auld ballad beauty BEN JONSON birds blest bliss bloom bonnie lassie Born bosom bower braes braw breast breath bright cauld charms cheek dear doth drink e'er EDMUND WALLER eyes fair flowers frae gentle glen grace green gudeman hame HARRY CAREY heart hills JAMES HOGG JOHN JOHN DRYDEN kiss Kytt lady lass lips live lo'e Lord lov'd love's lover maid mair MATTHEW PRIOR maun merry ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pleasure Poems poet printed R. B. SHERIDAN Ramsay Ritson ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose says Scotland Scottish Songs shepherd sigh sing smile soft sorrow soul sung swain sweet Tea Table Miscellany tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS CAREW thou thought thro verses weel Willie wind young youth
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