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... king ! Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io , pæans let us ...
... king ! Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io , pæans let us ...
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... King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penèus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Nay , suns , which shine as clear As thou when two thou did to Rome appear ...
... King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penèus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Nay , suns , which shine as clear As thou when two thou did to Rome appear ...
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... king ; SPR Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the ...
... king ; SPR Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the ...
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... king , In whose cote - armour richly are displayed All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed , ― Go to my love where she is careless laid Yet in her Winter's bower not well awake : Tell her ...
... king , In whose cote - armour richly are displayed All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed , ― Go to my love where she is careless laid Yet in her Winter's bower not well awake : Tell her ...
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... . The white sheet bleaching on the hedge , With heigh ! the sweet birds , O , how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king . The lark that tirra - lirra chants , With heigh 14 THE BOOK OF.
... . The white sheet bleaching on the hedge , With heigh ! the sweet birds , O , how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king . The lark that tirra - lirra chants , With heigh 14 THE BOOK OF.
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Page 641 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 657 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 201 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 550 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Page 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 401 - 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 made a lasting spring.
Page 536 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 440 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 639 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 45 - 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.