The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sidor |
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... wings to fly away , Has now no power to make him stay . But though these games must needs be plaid , I would this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , Could catch his sithe , as he doth passe , And cut his wings ...
... wings to fly away , Has now no power to make him stay . But though these games must needs be plaid , I would this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , Could catch his sithe , as he doth passe , And cut his wings ...
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... wing , she gets power : Yet the higher she doth soare , Shee's affronted still the more : Till shee to the high'st ... wings were clipt of late . And poore I , her fortune ruing , Am my selfe put up a mewing . But if I my Cage can rid ...
... wing , she gets power : Yet the higher she doth soare , Shee's affronted still the more : Till shee to the high'st ... wings were clipt of late . And poore I , her fortune ruing , Am my selfe put up a mewing . But if I my Cage can rid ...
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... wings ; Whilst she her drops of Beauty weeps , From pure , and yet unrivall'd Springs . Glide over Beauties Field her Face , To kiss her Lip , and Cheek be bold , But with a calm , and stealing pace ; Neither too rude ; nor yet too cold ...
... wings ; Whilst she her drops of Beauty weeps , From pure , and yet unrivall'd Springs . Glide over Beauties Field her Face , To kiss her Lip , and Cheek be bold , But with a calm , and stealing pace ; Neither too rude ; nor yet too cold ...
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