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Vittoria Oh , happy they that never saw the court , Nor ever knew great men but by report ! Flamineo I recover like a spent taper , for a flash , And instantly go out . . . . I have caught An everlasting cold ; I have lost my voice Most ...
Vittoria Oh , happy they that never saw the court , Nor ever knew great men but by report ! Flamineo I recover like a spent taper , for a flash , And instantly go out . . . . I have caught An everlasting cold ; I have lost my voice Most ...
Strana 388
Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . THE BANKS OF DOON Ye banks and braes o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fair ; How can ye chant ye little ...
Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . THE BANKS OF DOON Ye banks and braes o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fair ; How can ye chant ye little ...
Strana 547
... through envy of thy happy lot , But being too happy in thine happiness ,That thou , light - winged Dryad of the trees , In some melodious plot Of beechen green , and shadows numberless , , Singest of summer in full - throated ease .
... through envy of thy happy lot , But being too happy in thine happiness ,That thou , light - winged Dryad of the trees , In some melodious plot Of beechen green , and shadows numberless , , Singest of summer in full - throated ease .
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