The British Bibliographer, Band 3R. Triphook, 1812 |
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... bird streines forth The liuely sappe creepes up into ye . bloming thorne , ( his voyce , The flowres , which cold in prison kept , now laughes the frost , to scorne . All natures Impes triumphes , whyles ioyfull May dooth last ; When ...
... bird streines forth The liuely sappe creepes up into ye . bloming thorne , ( his voyce , The flowres , which cold in prison kept , now laughes the frost , to scorne . All natures Impes triumphes , whyles ioyfull May dooth last ; When ...
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... Bird , that fleis about , Is caught at length in Fowlers net . The greatest Fishe in deepest Brooke Is soone deceiued with subtil hooke . Ye man himselfe , unto whose wyll All thinges are bounden to obay , For all his witte , and ...
... Bird , that fleis about , Is caught at length in Fowlers net . The greatest Fishe in deepest Brooke Is soone deceiued with subtil hooke . Ye man himselfe , unto whose wyll All thinges are bounden to obay , For all his witte , and ...
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... birds , & wormes yt on ye earth doth toile , Helpe fishe , helpe foule , that flocks and feedes upon the salt sea soyle : Helpe eccho that in ayre dooth flee , shryl voyces to resound , To wayle this losse of my good name , as of these ...
... birds , & wormes yt on ye earth doth toile , Helpe fishe , helpe foule , that flocks and feedes upon the salt sea soyle : Helpe eccho that in ayre dooth flee , shryl voyces to resound , To wayle this losse of my good name , as of these ...
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... birds in wearie winters night , The Briers I gesse are nothyng worth , thei serue but for despight : The Willowe wisht I farre fro hens , good will deserue no wrong , The Sallowe well maie serue their states that syng so sad a song ...
... birds in wearie winters night , The Briers I gesse are nothyng worth , thei serue but for despight : The Willowe wisht I farre fro hens , good will deserue no wrong , The Sallowe well maie serue their states that syng so sad a song ...
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... birds their mossie nests do timber as they may , In May the swift and turning Hart her bagged belly slakes , In May the little sucking Wattes do play with tender flaxe , All creatures may in May be glad , no May can me remove , I sorrow ...
... birds their mossie nests do timber as they may , In May the swift and turning Hart her bagged belly slakes , In May the little sucking Wattes do play with tender flaxe , All creatures may in May be glad , no May can me remove , I sorrow ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 61 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Seite 216 - COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
Seite 154 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Seite 218 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Seite vii - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite 92 - A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe, And he that proves shall find it so : And, shepherd, this is Love, I trow.
Seite 217 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Seite 28 - ... bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her ; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye To see what was forbidden : But better memory said, fie...
Seite 92 - Yet what is love, I prithee say ? Fau. It is a work on holiday ; It is December matched with May, When lusty bloods, in fresh array, Hear ten months after of the play ; And this is love as I hear say.
Seite 92 - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.