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Page 38
... hear my dear child weep . With my pap I shall her keep ; Ne marvel ye not though I tend her to : This wound in my side had ne'er be so deep But Quia amore langueo . crippe ] scrip . mene ] care for . 25 . He . Long thou for love never ...
... hear my dear child weep . With my pap I shall her keep ; Ne marvel ye not though I tend her to : This wound in my side had ne'er be so deep But Quia amore langueo . crippe ] scrip . mene ] care for . 25 . He . Long thou for love never ...
Page 41
... hear you say , farewell : Nay , nay , We depart not so soon . Why say ye so ? whither will ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to sorrow and care Should change , if ye were gone : For , in my mind , of all mankind I love ...
... hear you say , farewell : Nay , nay , We depart not so soon . Why say ye so ? whither will ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to sorrow and care Should change , if ye were gone : For , in my mind , of all mankind I love ...
Page 87
... hear ? Phyl . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee , Arise then , arise then , Arise and keep thy flock with me ! Cor . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and keep my flock with thee . Phyl ...
... hear ? Phyl . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee , Arise then , arise then , Arise and keep thy flock with me ! Cor . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and keep my flock with thee . Phyl ...
Page 129
... ? Spring's Welcome WHAT bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O'tis the ravish'd nightingale . Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu ! she cries , And still her woes at midnight rise . Brave prick - song ! Who is't now we hear F 129 EDMUND SPENSER.
... ? Spring's Welcome WHAT bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O'tis the ravish'd nightingale . Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu ! she cries , And still her woes at midnight rise . Brave prick - song ! Who is't now we hear F 129 EDMUND SPENSER.
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... hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note ! Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing ...
... hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note ! Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing ...
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