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Orpheus , with his lute made trees , And the mountain tops that freeze , Bow
themselves when he did sing : To his music , plants , and flowers , Ever sprung ;
as sun , and showers , There had been a lasting spring . Every thing that heard
him ...
Orpheus , with his lute made trees , And the mountain tops that freeze , Bow
themselves when he did sing : To his music , plants , and flowers , Ever sprung ;
as sun , and showers , There had been a lasting spring . Every thing that heard
him ...
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At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place Upon her brow the various wreath ; The
flowers less blooming than her face , The scent less fragrant than her breath . The
flowers she wore along the day , And every nymph and shepherd said , That in ...
At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place Upon her brow the various wreath ; The
flowers less blooming than her face , The scent less fragrant than her breath . The
flowers she wore along the day , And every nymph and shepherd said , That in ...
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Such flowers as gave the sweetest scents She bound about with knotty bents ,
And as she bound them up in bandsShe sigh'd and wept and wrung her hands ;
Alas , alas ! still sobbed she , Alas ! none ever lov'd like me . When she had fill'd ...
Such flowers as gave the sweetest scents She bound about with knotty bents ,
And as she bound them up in bandsShe sigh'd and wept and wrung her hands ;
Alas , alas ! still sobbed she , Alas ! none ever lov'd like me . When she had fill'd ...
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Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers ? Were ever flowers so gay ? How sweetly
smil'd the hill , the vale , And all the landscape round ! The river gliding down the
dale ! The hill with beeches crown'd ! But now , when urg'd by tender woes , I ...
Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers ? Were ever flowers so gay ? How sweetly
smil'd the hill , the vale , And all the landscape round ! The river gliding down the
dale ! The hill with beeches crown'd ! But now , when urg'd by tender woes , I ...
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RICHARD HOWITT , Thou art lovelier than the coming Of the fairest flowers of
spring , When the wild bee wanders humming , Like a blessed fairy thing ; Thou
art lovelier than the breaking Of the orient crimson'd morn , When the gentlest
winds ...
RICHARD HOWITT , Thou art lovelier than the coming Of the fairest flowers of
spring , When the wild bee wanders humming , Like a blessed fairy thing ; Thou
art lovelier than the breaking Of the orient crimson'd morn , When the gentlest
winds ...
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| Заглавие | The Songs of England and Scotland ... Том 1 от The Songs of England and Scotland, Peter Cunningham |
| Автор | Peter Cunningham |
| Съставена от | Peter Cunningham |
| Издател | J. Cochrane and Company, 1835 |
| Оригиналът е от | Мичиганският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 6 май 2008 |
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