Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Strana 15
... sing , That all the woods may answer and your eccho ring . Wake , now my loue , awake ; for it is time , The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed , All ready to her siluer coche to clyme , And Phœbus gins to shew his glorious hed ...
... sing , That all the woods may answer and your eccho ring . Wake , now my loue , awake ; for it is time , The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed , All ready to her siluer coche to clyme , And Phœbus gins to shew his glorious hed ...
Strana 88
... sing ; Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he woos ; Yet will he swear he ... Sing no more ditties , sing no mo Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so , Since summer first was ...
... sing ; Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he woos ; Yet will he swear he ... Sing no more ditties , sing no mo Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so , Since summer first was ...
Strana 237
... SING of brooks , of blossoms , birds and bowers , Of April , May , of June and July - flowers ; I sing of May - poles , hock - carts , wassails , wakes , Of bridegrooms , brides and of their bridal cakes ; I write of youth , of love ...
... SING of brooks , of blossoms , birds and bowers , Of April , May , of June and July - flowers ; I sing of May - poles , hock - carts , wassails , wakes , Of bridegrooms , brides and of their bridal cakes ; I write of youth , of love ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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