English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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110 I 20 Some graces to be seene : And as ye use to Venus , to her sing , The whiles the woods shal answer , and your eccho ring . Now is my love all ready forth to come : Let all the virgins therefore well awayt , And ye fresh boyes ...
110 I 20 Some graces to be seene : And as ye use to Venus , to her sing , The whiles the woods shal answer , and your eccho ring . Now is my love all ready forth to come : Let all the virgins therefore well awayt , And ye fresh boyes ...
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9 Sing , ye sweet angels , Alleluya sing , That all the woods may answere , and your eccho ring . Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine ...
9 Sing , ye sweet angels , Alleluya sing , That all the woods may answere , and your eccho ring . Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine ...
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THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK I sing of brooks , of blossoms , birds and bowers , Of April , May , of June and July - flowers ; I sing of may - poles , hock - carts , wassails , wakes , Of bridegrooms , brides , and of their bridal cakes ...
THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK I sing of brooks , of blossoms , birds and bowers , Of April , May , of June and July - flowers ; I sing of may - poles , hock - carts , wassails , wakes , Of bridegrooms , brides , and of their bridal cakes ...
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