If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh... Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ... - Страница 219 под редакцията на - 1767 - 400 страници Пълен достъп -
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