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Strew , strew the glad and smiling ground With every flower , yet not confound The primrose drop , the spring's own spouse , Bright day's eyes , and the lips of cows , The garden star , the queen of May , The rose , to crown the holiday ...
Strew , strew the glad and smiling ground With every flower , yet not confound The primrose drop , the spring's own spouse , Bright day's eyes , and the lips of cows , The garden star , the queen of May , The rose , to crown the holiday ...
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... then let this suffice : The wiser world doth greater thee confess Than all men else , than thyself only less . 30 50 The Spring Now that the winter's gone , the earth hath lost Her snow - white robes ; and now no more ...
... then let this suffice : The wiser world doth greater thee confess Than all men else , than thyself only less . 30 50 The Spring Now that the winter's gone , the earth hath lost Her snow - white robes ; and now no more ...
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Vanity of Spirit Quite spent with thoughts , I left my cell and lay Where a shrill spring tuned to the early day . I begged here long , and groaned to know Who gave the clouds so brave a bow , Who bent the spheres , and circled in ...
Vanity of Spirit Quite spent with thoughts , I left my cell and lay Where a shrill spring tuned to the early day . I begged here long , and groaned to know Who gave the clouds so brave a bow , Who bent the spheres , and circled in ...
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THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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