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England. When Phoebus from the bed , Of Thetis doth arise , The morning blushing red , In faire carnation wise— He shenes it in her face As Queene of every grace . Our old poets seemed to imagine as too true what the Duke of Orleans ...
England. When Phoebus from the bed , Of Thetis doth arise , The morning blushing red , In faire carnation wise— He shenes it in her face As Queene of every grace . Our old poets seemed to imagine as too true what the Duke of Orleans ...
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... morning , by " three excellent musitians , disguised in auncient country attire . " See Percy's Reliques , vol . 3 , p . 105 , whose version I have followed in preference to that given in England's He- licon , which is here subjoined ...
... morning , by " three excellent musitians , disguised in auncient country attire . " See Percy's Reliques , vol . 3 , p . 105 , whose version I have followed in preference to that given in England's He- licon , which is here subjoined ...
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... morning may be seen Where we the night before have been . [ Printed from Percy's text . Its author has been well acquainted with the " Robin Goodfellow " in the page before . ] CLOUDS AWAY , AND WELCOME DAY . THOMAS HEYWOOD . SONGS OF ...
... morning may be seen Where we the night before have been . [ Printed from Percy's text . Its author has been well acquainted with the " Robin Goodfellow " in the page before . ] CLOUDS AWAY , AND WELCOME DAY . THOMAS HEYWOOD . SONGS OF ...
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... morning dew , But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . And as abroad we walked As lover's fashion is , Oft as we sweetly talked , The sun would steal a kiss ; The wind upon her lips Likewise most sweetly blew , But now ...
... morning dew , But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . And as abroad we walked As lover's fashion is , Oft as we sweetly talked , The sun would steal a kiss ; The wind upon her lips Likewise most sweetly blew , But now ...
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... morning to next day , There meditate my time away : And angle on and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave . [ The song which honest Isaak wished to hear his Kenna sing , when loitering with his dog Bryan , he tells us was ...
... morning to next day , There meditate my time away : And angle on and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave . [ The song which honest Isaak wished to hear his Kenna sing , when loitering with his dog Bryan , he tells us was ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
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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