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Page 66
... breath to life might move me . Diaphenia like to all things blessèd , When all thy praises are expressèd , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring , Or the bees their careful king . Then in requite , sweet virgin ...
... breath to life might move me . Diaphenia like to all things blessèd , When all thy praises are expressèd , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring , Or the bees their careful king . Then in requite , sweet virgin ...
Page 151
... breath Speak loud into the face of death Their great Lord's glorious name ; to none Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throne For love at large to fill . Spare blood and sweat , And see him take a private seat , Making his mansion ...
... breath Speak loud into the face of death Their great Lord's glorious name ; to none Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throne For love at large to fill . Spare blood and sweat , And see him take a private seat , Making his mansion ...
Page 260
... breath can make them , as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry , their country's pride , When once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ...
... breath can make them , as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry , their country's pride , When once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ...
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Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth