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Here let us sit , and in these bowers Receive the odours of the flowers , For Flora , by thy beauty wooed , conspires thy good . See how she sends her fragrant sweet , And doth this homage to thy feet , Bending so low her stooping head ...
Here let us sit , and in these bowers Receive the odours of the flowers , For Flora , by thy beauty wooed , conspires thy good . See how she sends her fragrant sweet , And doth this homage to thy feet , Bending so low her stooping head ...
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My grave with flowers let virgins strow , Which , if thy tears fall near them , May so transcend in scent and show , As thou wilt shortly wear them . Such flowers how much will florists prize , Which , on a lover growing , Are watered ...
My grave with flowers let virgins strow , Which , if thy tears fall near them , May so transcend in scent and show , As thou wilt shortly wear them . Such flowers how much will florists prize , Which , on a lover growing , Are watered ...
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At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place Upon her brow the various wreath ; The flowers less blooming than her face , The scent less fragrant than her breath . The flowers she wore along the day ; And every nymph and shepherd said ...
At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place Upon her brow the various wreath ; The flowers less blooming than her face , The scent less fragrant than her breath . The flowers she wore along the day ; And every nymph and shepherd said ...
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ABBREVIATIONS AND REFERENCES | 488 |
A SHORTTITLE LIST OF POETICAL | 519 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES | 528 |
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