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... growing ' دو would seem to be Shakespeare's very own . With all my admiration for Ben Jonson , I venture to think that his lyrics - excellent as they frequently are - want the natural magic that we find in the songs of some of his less ...
... growing ' دو would seem to be Shakespeare's very own . With all my admiration for Ben Jonson , I venture to think that his lyrics - excellent as they frequently are - want the natural magic that we find in the songs of some of his less ...
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... Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win . At last he set her both his eyes , She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has ...
... Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win . At last he set her both his eyes , She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has ...
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... grow rose and cherry , On Daphne's lip a sweeter berry ; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt , And then no heavenlier warmth is felt ; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres , My Daphne's music charms all ears . Fond am I thus to ...
... grow rose and cherry , On Daphne's lip a sweeter berry ; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt , And then no heavenlier warmth is felt ; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres , My Daphne's music charms all ears . Fond am I thus to ...
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... grow Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver , Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud of the brier , Or the nard in ...
... grow Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver , Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud of the brier , Or the nard in ...
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... grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries , Heigh ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well , nor full ...
... grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries , Heigh ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well , nor full ...
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