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Thy holiest time is the moonlight hour , And there never was moonlight so sweet
as this . By the fair and brave , who blushing unite , Like the sun and wave when
they meet at night ! By the tear that shews when passion is nigh , As the rain ...
Thy holiest time is the moonlight hour , And there never was moonlight so sweet
as this . By the fair and brave , who blushing unite , Like the sun and wave when
they meet at night ! By the tear that shews when passion is nigh , As the rain ...
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When o ' er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin ' - time is near , my jo ; And
owsen frae the furrow ' d field Return sae dowf and weary , O ! Down by the burn ,
where scented birks Wi ' dew are hangin ' clear , my jo , I ' ll meet thee on the lea
...
When o ' er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin ' - time is near , my jo ; And
owsen frae the furrow ' d field Return sae dowf and weary , O ! Down by the burn ,
where scented birks Wi ' dew are hangin ' clear , my jo , I ' ll meet thee on the lea
...
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For me no roseate garlands twine , But wear them , dearest , in my stead ; Time
hath a whiter hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place
on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth ...
For me no roseate garlands twine , But wear them , dearest , in my stead ; Time
hath a whiter hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place
on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth ...
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Where speaks the vesper - chime Still of a holy time ? — Far o ' er the sea .
Dance on , ye vintage - bands , Fearless and free ; Still fresh and greenly wave
My father ' s tree ; Solo in litore secum . O ubi , qvos celebrat SABRINAE
COROLLA .
Where speaks the vesper - chime Still of a holy time ? — Far o ' er the sea .
Dance on , ye vintage - bands , Fearless and free ; Still fresh and greenly wave
My father ' s tree ; Solo in litore secum . O ubi , qvos celebrat SABRINAE
COROLLA .
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Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke . Underneath this marble hearse Lies the
subject of all verse ; Sidney ' s sister , Pembroke ' s mother : Death , ere thou hast
slain another Fair , and good , and wise as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee !
Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke . Underneath this marble hearse Lies the
subject of all verse ; Sidney ' s sister , Pembroke ' s mother : Death , ere thou hast
slain another Fair , and good , and wise as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee !
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