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... Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white , Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you , you pattern of all those .
... Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white , Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you , you pattern of all those .
Strana 393
The moon , like a flower , In heaven's high bower , With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night . Farewell , green fields and happy groves , Where flocks have took delight . Where lambs have nibbled , silent moves The feet of ...
The moon , like a flower , In heaven's high bower , With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night . Farewell , green fields and happy groves , Where flocks have took delight . Where lambs have nibbled , silent moves The feet of ...
Strana 402
Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight . Some are born to sweet delight , Some are born to endless night . We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro ' the eye , Which was born in a night , to perish in a night ...
Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight . Some are born to sweet delight , Some are born to endless night . We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro ' the eye , Which was born in a night , to perish in a night ...
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