Festival of Song ...Frederick Saunders |
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... tears : " - One day , nigh wearie of the yrkesome waye , From her unhastie beaste she did alight : And on the grasse her daintie limbes did laye In secrete shadow , far from all mens sight : From her fayre head her fillet she undight ...
... tears : " - One day , nigh wearie of the yrkesome waye , From her unhastie beaste she did alight : And on the grasse her daintie limbes did laye In secrete shadow , far from all mens sight : From her fayre head her fillet she undight ...
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... tears ; the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement ; each thing's a thief ; The law , your curb and whip , in their rough power Have unchecked theft . We have but space for one of ...
... tears ; the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement ; each thing's a thief ; The law , your curb and whip , in their rough power Have unchecked theft . We have but space for one of ...
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... tears fell from her , and softened the stones , Sing willow , willow , willow- Sing all a green willow must be my garland . " Reluctantly as we leave the almost unexplored wealth of thought and imagery which cluster the pages of this ...
... tears fell from her , and softened the stones , Sing willow , willow , willow- Sing all a green willow must be my garland . " Reluctantly as we leave the almost unexplored wealth of thought and imagery which cluster the pages of this ...
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... , or beam of May , Its moss and lichen freshen and revive ; And thus the heart , most sear'd to human pleasure , Melts at the tear , —joys in the smile of woman . SHIRLEY , the latest of the Elizabethan dramatists , wrote 35.
... , or beam of May , Its moss and lichen freshen and revive ; And thus the heart , most sear'd to human pleasure , Melts at the tear , —joys in the smile of woman . SHIRLEY , the latest of the Elizabethan dramatists , wrote 35.
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... tears Speak grief in you , Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teem'd her refreshing dew ? Alas ! you have not known that shower That mars a flower , Nor felt the unkind Breath of a blasting wind ; Nor are ye worn with years , Or ...
... tears Speak grief in you , Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teem'd her refreshing dew ? Alas ! you have not known that shower That mars a flower , Nor felt the unkind Breath of a blasting wind ; Nor are ye worn with years , Or ...
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