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...fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, Fll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shall not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale Primrose, nor The azure harebell, like thy veins. Shakt. In the lone copse, or shady dell, Wild clusterM knot* ot harebells...

...which he stands pre-eminent. With fairest flowers , Whilst summer last, and I live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave ; thou shalt not lack The...primrose; nor The azured harebell , like thy veins ; nb, nor The leaf of eglantine : whom not to slander, Outsweeten'd not thy breath. There is certainly...

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...fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee.1 Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidèle, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou .shall not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The asur'd harebell, like thy...

...fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Ficlele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave ; tliou shall not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The ozurod harebell like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine ; whom not to slander, Outswcetened...

...about 1606, where Arviragus, mourning over Imogen, exclaims — • " With fairest flowers, Whilst opean Library azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd...