O for a Booke and a shadie nook.
Eyther in-a doore or out;
With the grene leaves whispering overhede,
Or the Streets crys all about
Where I maie Readse at all my ease,
Both of the Newe and Olde;
For a jollie goode Brook wherreoon to looke,
Is beter to me than Colde.
(Anonymous British)
More Poetry from Anonymous British:
- An Excellent Ballad Of George Barnwell, An Apprentice Of London (Anonymous British Poems)
- Poetical Reflections On A Late Poem Entitled Absalom And Achitophel (Anonymous British Poems)
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- The Bride's Burial. To The Tune Of The Lady's Fall (Anonymous British Poems)
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