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With that she ' gan to vaile her head , Her Cheekes were like the Roses red , But not a word she said , With that the Shepheard ʼgan to frowne , He threw his prettie Pipes adowne , And on the ground him laid .
With that she ' gan to vaile her head , Her Cheekes were like the Roses red , But not a word she said , With that the Shepheard ʼgan to frowne , He threw his prettie Pipes adowne , And on the ground him laid .
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Paradise Lost From Book IV So on he fares , and to the border comes Of Eden , where delicious Paradise , Now nearer , Crowns with her enclosure green , As with a rural mound the champain head Of a steep wilderness , whose hairie sides ...
Paradise Lost From Book IV So on he fares , and to the border comes Of Eden , where delicious Paradise , Now nearer , Crowns with her enclosure green , As with a rural mound the champain head Of a steep wilderness , whose hairie sides ...
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... and commercial pressures , were increasingly less likely to find inspiration in the improvement of agriculture , or in the assertion of John Langhorne , standing Pope on his head , that ' Peace and Plenty own a Brunswick reigns .
... and commercial pressures , were increasingly less likely to find inspiration in the improvement of agriculture , or in the assertion of John Langhorne , standing Pope on his head , that ' Peace and Plenty own a Brunswick reigns .
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Contents
THE ELIZABETHAN PASTORAL II | 11 |
Egloga Tertia | 23 |
Four poems from the Arcadia | 37 |
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