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... hair , Bedabbled with the dew . Good - morning to this primrose too , Good - morrow to each maid That will with flowers the tomb bestrew Wherein my love is laid . Ah ! woe is me , woe , woe is me , Alack and well - a - day ! For pity ...
... hair , Bedabbled with the dew . Good - morning to this primrose too , Good - morrow to each maid That will with flowers the tomb bestrew Wherein my love is laid . Ah ! woe is me , woe , woe is me , Alack and well - a - day ! For pity ...
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... hairs be crowned : Cup us , till the world go round , Cup us , till the world go round ! Shakespeare . 20 God Lyaeus , ever young , Ever honoured , ever sung , Stained with blood of lusty grapes , In a thousand lusty shapes , Dance upon ...
... hairs be crowned : Cup us , till the world go round , Cup us , till the world go round ! Shakespeare . 20 God Lyaeus , ever young , Ever honoured , ever sung , Stained with blood of lusty grapes , In a thousand lusty shapes , Dance upon ...
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... hairs with oil did shine ; And , as he spake , his mouth ran o'er with wine . Tippled he was , and tippling lisped withal ; And lisping reeled , and reeling like to fall . A young enchantress close by him did stand , Tapping his plump ...
... hairs with oil did shine ; And , as he spake , his mouth ran o'er with wine . Tippled he was , and tippling lisped withal ; And lisping reeled , and reeling like to fall . A young enchantress close by him did stand , Tapping his plump ...
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... hair and salt ; And , with the crystal humour of the spring , Purge hence the guilt and kill this quarrelling . Wo't thou not smile or tell me what's amiss ? Have I been cold to hug thee , too remiss , Too temperate in embracing ? Tell ...
... hair and salt ; And , with the crystal humour of the spring , Purge hence the guilt and kill this quarrelling . Wo't thou not smile or tell me what's amiss ? Have I been cold to hug thee , too remiss , Too temperate in embracing ? Tell ...
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... hair , Drummond . So lively Sleep doth show to inward sight , That wake I think I hold No shadow , but my fair : Myself so to deceive , With long - shut eyes I shun the irksome light . Such pleasure thus I have , Delighting in false ...
... hair , Drummond . So lively Sleep doth show to inward sight , That wake I think I hold No shadow , but my fair : Myself so to deceive , With long - shut eyes I shun the irksome light . Such pleasure thus I have , Delighting in false ...
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Page 164 - THRICE toss these oaken ashes in the air, Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair ; And thrice three times tie up this true-love's knot, And murmur soft — ' She will, or she will not.' Go burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar ; This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave ; That all thy fears and cares an end may have. Then come, you fairies, dance with...