Song (Thomas Carew Poem)
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear, He then, all pale with shame and ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; No eye shall see, nor ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
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