The Kings' Lyrics: Lyrical Poems of the Reigns of King James I and King Charles I: Together with the Ballad of Agincourt Written by Michael DraytonDuckworth, 1899 - 127 стор. |
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... , we pipe , we play , Our work's continual holiday : We live in poor contented sort , Yet neither beg nor come at court . From The World tost at Teanis . T Henry Farley A Complaint VO see a strange outlandish גו The Kings ' Lyrics.
... , we pipe , we play , Our work's continual holiday : We live in poor contented sort , Yet neither beg nor come at court . From The World tost at Teanis . T Henry Farley A Complaint VO see a strange outlandish גו The Kings ' Lyrics.
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... Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance . With my own power my majesty they wound , In the king's name the king himself's uncrown'd , So doth the dust destroy the diamond . With propositions daily they enchant My people's ears , such ...
... Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance . With my own power my majesty they wound , In the king's name the king himself's uncrown'd , So doth the dust destroy the diamond . With propositions daily they enchant My people's ears , such ...
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... poor kiss : None sees the theft that would the theft reveal , Nor rob I her of ought what she can miss : Nay should I twenty kisses take away , There would be little sign I would do so ; Why then should I this robbery delay ? Oh ! she ...
... poor kiss : None sees the theft that would the theft reveal , Nor rob I her of ought what she can miss : Nay should I twenty kisses take away , There would be little sign I would do so ; Why then should I this robbery delay ? Oh ! she ...
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... poor deceits , Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I'm no slave to such as you be , Nor shall that soft snowy breast , Rolling eye , and lip of ruby , Ever rob me of my rest . Go , go display Thy beauty's ray To some more - soon - enamour ...
... poor deceits , Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I'm no slave to such as you be , Nor shall that soft snowy breast , Rolling eye , and lip of ruby , Ever rob me of my rest . Go , go display Thy beauty's ray To some more - soon - enamour ...
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... poor breast Could never since find any rest . Y To Meadows E have been fresh and green , Ye have been fill'd with flowers , And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours . You have beheld how they With wicker arks did ...
... poor breast Could never since find any rest . Y To Meadows E have been fresh and green , Ye have been fill'd with flowers , And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours . You have beheld how they With wicker arks did ...
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Anthony Van Dyck beauty bird blood Book of Airs breast bright bright Morning Star Campion Carew Celia cheeks Cherry ripe Crashaw crown Cupid dance daub'd with flesh dear delight divine doth Drummond earth engraving fair False world Farewell Fate flowers Francis Quarles garlands George Vertue George Wither grief Habington Herbert Herrick house be daub'd James Shirley King Charles King James kiss lips Lord Love's Lovelace lover lyric Michael Drayton MICHEL DE MONTAIGNE Milton Morning Muse nightingale Nymph O'er pale poems Quarles Richard Brome Richard Lovelace Robert Herrick rose says that fictions Shirley sing sing'st smile Song Sonnet stars stay that covetous strange outlandish fowl Suckling sweet groves sweetest tell thee There's thine eyes Thomas Carew thou art thou ly'st thou Siren thou wert thy shafts already thy tired heart tyme unto verse wanton weep William William Habington wind wings Wither