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That all the woods eccho ring . may answere and your Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With ioyance bring her and with iollity .
That all the woods eccho ring . may answere and your Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With ioyance bring her and with iollity .
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For with a full hand that does bring All that was promis'd by the spring . At Penshurst 2 WHILE in the park I sing , the listning deer Attend my passion , and forget to fear . When to the beeches I report my flame , They bow their heads ...
For with a full hand that does bring All that was promis'd by the spring . At Penshurst 2 WHILE in the park I sing , the listning deer Attend my passion , and forget to fear . When to the beeches I report my flame , They bow their heads ...
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Bring me my bow of burning gold ! Bring me my arrows of desire ! Bring me my spear ! Oh clouds , unfold ! Bring me my chariot of fire ! I will not cease from mental fight , Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand , Till we have built ...
Bring me my bow of burning gold ! Bring me my arrows of desire ! Bring me my spear ! Oh clouds , unfold ! Bring me my chariot of fire ! I will not cease from mental fight , Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand , Till we have built ...
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The Franklins Tale | 16 |
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien | 28 |
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