A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada (William Strode Poems)
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
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