The Songs of England and Scotland, Том 1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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... red , Exceeds the damaske rose ; Which in her cheekes is spred ; Whence euery fauor groes In skie there is no starre , That she surmounts not farre , When Phoebus from the bed , Of Thetis doth arise xxviii INTRODUCTION .
... red , Exceeds the damaske rose ; Which in her cheekes is spred ; Whence euery fauor groes In skie there is no starre , That she surmounts not farre , When Phoebus from the bed , Of Thetis doth arise xxviii INTRODUCTION .
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... roses And twine a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of 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 ...
... roses And twine a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of 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 ...
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... roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Are all soon wither'd , broke , forgotten , In Folly ripe , in Reason rotten . Thy belt of straw , and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps , and amber studs , Can me with no enticements move ...
... roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Are all soon wither'd , broke , forgotten , In Folly ripe , in Reason rotten . Thy belt of straw , and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps , and amber studs , Can me with no enticements move ...
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... rose ; * Whose nice perfections in love's play Shall tune me to the highest key . * The reader will remember almost the same sentiment , but still Thus as we pass the welcome night In sportful pleasures 8 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... rose ; * Whose nice perfections in love's play Shall tune me to the highest key . * The reader will remember almost the same sentiment , but still Thus as we pass the welcome night In sportful pleasures 8 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
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... her crystal cheekes Did such a colour drive , As though the lillye and the rose For mastership did strive . PERCY'S RELIQUES , vol . 2 , p . 161 , Ed . 1811 . Were her tresses angel - gold , * If a SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND . 9.
... her crystal cheekes Did such a colour drive , As though the lillye and the rose For mastership did strive . PERCY'S RELIQUES , vol . 2 , p . 161 , Ed . 1811 . Were her tresses angel - gold , * If a SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND . 9.
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