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Стр. viii
To have allowed it to grow to a larger bulk would have defeated my hopes that it might be a volume which the emigrant , finding room for little not ...
To have allowed it to grow to a larger bulk would have defeated my hopes that it might be a volume which the emigrant , finding room for little not ...
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5 For as the seeds , in springtime sown , Die in the ground ere they be grown ; Such is conceit , whose rooting fails , As child that in the cradle quails ...
5 For as the seeds , in springtime sown , Die in the ground ere they be grown ; Such is conceit , whose rooting fails , As child that in the cradle quails ...
Стр. 23
... drives the flocks from field to fold , When rivers orage , and rocks grow cold ; Then Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come .
... drives the flocks from field to fold , When rivers orage , and rocks grow cold ; Then Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come .
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20 25 Have you seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow , Before the soil hath smutched ...
20 25 Have you seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow , Before the soil hath smutched ...
Стр. 33
Weep no more , nor sigh , nor groan , Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim thy locks ...
Weep no more , nor sigh , nor groan , Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim thy locks ...
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