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From The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia , 1593 [ O sweet woods ] O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! Oh , how much I do like your solitariness ! Where man's mind hath a freed consideration , Of goodness to receive lovely ...
From The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia , 1593 [ O sweet woods ] O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! Oh , how much I do like your solitariness ! Where man's mind hath a freed consideration , Of goodness to receive lovely ...
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Ah ! did he see that face , those hairs that Venus , Apollo , ' Bashed to behold , —and both , disgraced , did grieve that a creature Should exceed in hue , compare both a god and a goddess ; Ah ! had he seen my sweet paramour , the ...
Ah ! did he see that face , those hairs that Venus , Apollo , ' Bashed to behold , —and both , disgraced , did grieve that a creature Should exceed in hue , compare both a god and a goddess ; Ah ! had he seen my sweet paramour , the ...
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And lo , alas , behold what slaughter he doth make , Shedding the blood of infants all , sweet Savior , for thy sake . A King is born , they say , which King this king would kill . Oh woe , and woeful heavy day , when wretches have ...
And lo , alas , behold what slaughter he doth make , Shedding the blood of infants all , sweet Savior , for thy sake . A King is born , they say , which King this king would kill . Oh woe , and woeful heavy day , when wretches have ...
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