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What sweet Delight a quiet Life affords , And what it is to bee of Bondage free , Farre from the madding Worldlings hoarse Discords , Sweet flowrie Place I first did learne of thee : Ah ! if I were mine owne , your dear Resorts I would ...
What sweet Delight a quiet Life affords , And what it is to bee of Bondage free , Farre from the madding Worldlings hoarse Discords , Sweet flowrie Place I first did learne of thee : Ah ! if I were mine owne , your dear Resorts I would ...
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AMARILLIS : But deare Mirtillo , I have heard it told , Those learned men brought Incense , Myrrhe , and Gold , From Countries far , with Store of Spices , ( sweet ) And laid them downe for Offrings at his feet .
AMARILLIS : But deare Mirtillo , I have heard it told , Those learned men brought Incense , Myrrhe , and Gold , From Countries far , with Store of Spices , ( sweet ) And laid them downe for Offrings at his feet .
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These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet succession , taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms – but all these charms are fled .
These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet succession , taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms – but all these charms are fled .
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Contents
THE ELIZABETHAN PASTORAL II | 11 |
Egloga Tertia | 23 |
Four poems from the Arcadia | 37 |
Copyright | |
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