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And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles Being native Burgers of this desert City , Should in their owne confines with forked heads Have their round hanches goard . FIRST LORD : Indeed my Lord The melancholy Jaques grieves at that .
And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles Being native Burgers of this desert City , Should in their owne confines with forked heads Have their round hanches goard . FIRST LORD : Indeed my Lord The melancholy Jaques grieves at that .
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By winding myrtles round your ruin'd shed ? ? Can their light tales your weighty griefs o'erpower , Or glad with airy mirth the toilsome hour ? Lo ! where the heath , with withering brake grown o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the ...
By winding myrtles round your ruin'd shed ? ? Can their light tales your weighty griefs o'erpower , Or glad with airy mirth the toilsome hour ? Lo ! where the heath , with withering brake grown o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the ...
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Thou , like a whirlpool , drain'st the countries round , Till London market , London price , resound Through every town , round every passing load , And dairy produce throngs the eastern road : Delicious veal , and butter , every hour ...
Thou , like a whirlpool , drain'st the countries round , Till London market , London price , resound Through every town , round every passing load , And dairy produce throngs the eastern road : Delicious veal , and butter , every hour ...
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Contents
THE ELIZABETHAN PASTORAL II | 11 |
Egloga Tertia | 23 |
Four poems from the Arcadia | 37 |
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