OVER hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moone's sphere;And…
COME away, come away, death,And in sad cypres let me be laid;Fly away, fly away, breath;I am slain by a…
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,Not royal in their smells alone,But in their hue;Maiden pinks, of odour faint,Daisies smell-less, yet…
HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chaliced flowers that…
FROM off a hill whose concave womb rewordedA plaintful story from a sistering vale,My spirits to attend this double voice…