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The soil , that erst so seemly was to seen , Was all despoiled of her beauty's here ; And sweet fresh flowers , wherewith the summer's green Had clad the earth , now Boreas ' blasts down blew ; And small fowls flocking , in their song ...
The soil , that erst so seemly was to seen , Was all despoiled of her beauty's here ; And sweet fresh flowers , wherewith the summer's green Had clad the earth , now Boreas ' blasts down blew ; And small fowls flocking , in their song ...
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... To swell the gourd , and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells .
... To swell the gourd , and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells .
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I like to see flowers growing , but when they are gathered they cease to please . M. Paul entered in a mood which made him as good as a new sunbeam to the already well - lit first class . He passed to his desk ; he placed on the same ...
I like to see flowers growing , but when they are gathered they cease to please . M. Paul entered in a mood which made him as good as a new sunbeam to the already well - lit first class . He passed to his desk ; he placed on the same ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 13401400 | 1 |
WILLIAM CAXTON 1422 ?1491 | 10 |
STEPHEN HAWES d 1523 | 17 |
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