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... answer and your echo ring . Wake now , my love , awake ; for it is time ; The rosy morn long since left Tithon's bed , All ready to her silver coach to climb , And Phoebus ' gins to shew his glorious head . Hark how the cheerful birds ...
... answer and your echo ring . Wake now , my love , awake ; for it is time ; The rosy morn long since left Tithon's bed , All ready to her silver coach to climb , And Phoebus ' gins to shew his glorious head . Hark how the cheerful birds ...
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... answer , nor our echo ring . And thou great Juno , which with awful might The laws of wedlock still dost patronize , And the religion of the faith first plight With sacred rites hast taught to solemnize , And eke for comfort often ...
... answer , nor our echo ring . And thou great Juno , which with awful might The laws of wedlock still dost patronize , And the religion of the faith first plight With sacred rites hast taught to solemnize , And eke for comfort often ...
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... answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' Sir King , I closed mine eyelids , lest the gems Should blind my purpose , for I never saw , Nor shall see , here or elsewhere , till I die , Not tho ' I live three lives of mortal men , So great a ...
... answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' Sir King , I closed mine eyelids , lest the gems Should blind my purpose , for I never saw , Nor shall see , here or elsewhere , till I die , Not tho ' I live three lives of mortal men , So great a ...
Contents
i The Knight ii The Squire | 15 |
SIR THOMAS WYATT | 21 |
NICHOLAS BRETON | 27 |
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