The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1938 - 974 sider |
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... flowers BRAVE flowers , that I could gallant it like you And be as little vaine , You come abroad , and make a harmelesse shew , And to your beds of Earthe againe ; You are not proud , you know your birth Embroiderd garments are from ...
... flowers BRAVE flowers , that I could gallant it like you And be as little vaine , You come abroad , and make a harmelesse shew , And to your beds of Earthe againe ; You are not proud , you know your birth Embroiderd garments are from ...
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... flowers depart To see their mother - root when they have blown ; Where they together All the hard weather , Dead to ... flower can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair , Off'ring at heav'n , growing and groaning thither ; Nor doth my ...
... flowers depart To see their mother - root when they have blown ; Where they together All the hard weather , Dead to ... flower can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair , Off'ring at heav'n , growing and groaning thither ; Nor doth my ...
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Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough. 466 The fairest Flowers could please no more , neer you , Than Painted Flowers , set next to them , could do . When e'er then you come hither , that shall be The time , which this to ...
Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough. 466 The fairest Flowers could please no more , neer you , Than Painted Flowers , set next to them , could do . When e'er then you come hither , that shall be The time , which this to ...
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The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1934 |
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agen Angels Ayres beauty blest blood breast breath brest bright crowne dayes dead dear death delight didst Divine dost doth drest e'er Earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair Fame fantastick Fate fear fire flame flowers flowre Francis Beaumont Friend give glory grace grief grones hand happy hath head heart Heaven Hesperides Il Pastor Fido King kisse lero light live look Lord lov'd Lovers Lycidas mind mortal Muse Musick ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er pain peace pleasure Poems Poets Polyolbion Pow'r praise Priam Quire sacred selfe shade shalt shee shew shine sigh sight sing sinne skie sleep Song Sonnet Soul Spirit Spring Starres Sunne sweet tears thee thine things thir thou art thou hast thought truth twas twill unto Verse vertue weep Whilst wind wings