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... songs , dawn- songs , and slumber - songs to a lullaby which becomes sacred ; and that brings us by childish and homely ways to some hymns and pious meditations , which merge into men's thoughts about the hazards of life and the meaning ...
... songs , dawn- songs , and slumber - songs to a lullaby which becomes sacred ; and that brings us by childish and homely ways to some hymns and pious meditations , which merge into men's thoughts about the hazards of life and the meaning ...
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... songs did end : Yet she my love and music both doth fly , The music that her echo is and beauty's sympathy . Then let my notes pursue her scornful flight ! It shall suffice that they were breathed and died for her delight . Campion . 4 ...
... songs did end : Yet she my love and music both doth fly , The music that her echo is and beauty's sympathy . Then let my notes pursue her scornful flight ! It shall suffice that they were breathed and died for her delight . Campion . 4 ...
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... Song to the Maskers Come down and dance ye in the toil Of pleasure to a heat ; But if to moisture , let the oil Of roses be your sweat . Not only to yourselves assume These sweets , but let them fly From this to that , and so perfume E ...
... Song to the Maskers Come down and dance ye in the toil Of pleasure to a heat ; But if to moisture , let the oil Of roses be your sweat . Not only to yourselves assume These sweets , but let them fly From this to that , and so perfume E ...
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... : never will come again . Shakespeare . His beard was as white as snow , All flaxen was his poll : He is gone , he is gone , And we cast away moan : God ha ' mercy on his soul ! Shakespeare . The Mad Maid's Song Good - morrow to the day 5.
... : never will come again . Shakespeare . His beard was as white as snow , All flaxen was his poll : He is gone , he is gone , And we cast away moan : God ha ' mercy on his soul ! Shakespeare . The Mad Maid's Song Good - morrow to the day 5.
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Arthur Symons. The Mad Maid's Song Good - morrow to the day so fair , Good - morning , sir , to you ; Good - morrow to mine own torn hair , Bedabbled with the dew . Good - morning to this primrose too , Good - morrow to each maid That ...
Arthur Symons. The Mad Maid's Song Good - morrow to the day so fair , Good - morning , sir , to you ; Good - morrow to mine own torn hair , Bedabbled with the dew . Good - morning to this primrose too , Good - morrow to each maid That ...
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Anonymous Barnabe Barnes beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson birds breath bright bring Campion Carmela Charon Claia Corydon cuckoo Daffodil dead dear death delight desire Donne dost doth Drayton earth echo ring eyes fair Fairy fairy-queen fear fire flowers fools give Golden slumbers gone grace grief hair hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho Herrick Hey-ho honour keep King kiss leave light little boy live livës joy look love's lovers lullaby maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never Nicholas Breton night numbers nymphs Oberon passion Perigot Perilla Philomel Phyllida pleasure poem poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Queen Mab quoth roses scorn Shakespeare shepherd shine Sidney sighs sight sing sleep smile song sonnets soul spring stay sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thoughts true love unto wanton weep Whilst Willy wilt wind youth
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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...