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... thou son of Night Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain , Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain ; Into this prince gently , oh , gently slide , And kiss him into slumbers like a bride . 1 Fletcher . 34 Art thou poor , yet hast ...
... thou son of Night Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain , Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain ; Into this prince gently , oh , gently slide , And kiss him into slumbers like a bride . 1 Fletcher . 34 Art thou poor , yet hast ...
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... thou in wealth , yet sink'st in thine own tears ? O , punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears , No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O , sweet content ! O , sweet , O , sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace ...
... thou in wealth , yet sink'st in thine own tears ? O , punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears , No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O , sweet content ! O , sweet , O , sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace ...
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... thou shalt be my Summer's Queen . Now the nightingale , the pretty nightingale , The sweetest singer in all the forest quire , Entreats thee , sweet Peggy , to hear thy true love's tale : Lo , yonder she sitteth , her breast against a ...
... thou shalt be my Summer's Queen . Now the nightingale , the pretty nightingale , The sweetest singer in all the forest quire , Entreats thee , sweet Peggy , to hear thy true love's tale : Lo , yonder she sitteth , her breast against a ...
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... thou the away , very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' t is with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . Shakespeare . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art 37 53.
... thou the away , very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' t is with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . Shakespeare . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art 37 53.
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Arthur Symons. Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh - ho ! sing , heigh - ho ! unto the green holly ...
Arthur Symons. Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh - ho ! sing , heigh - ho ! unto the green holly ...
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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...