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...Fresh-quilted colours through the aire ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herbe and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an houre since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have mattens seyd,...

...the most rural of our lyric poets, who passed his life like a bird in singing and making love : — Get up, get up ! for shame ; the blooming morn Upon...bespangling herb and tree ; Each flower has wept, and bow'd towards the east Above an hour since ; yet you not drest ; Nay, not so much as out of bed, When ajl...

...Freeh-quilted colours through the aire ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herbc t are indifferent whether they play or no ; and will desire an adve honre since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds hare matteyns...

...Fresh-quilted colours through the aire ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herbe and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an houre since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have mattens seyd,...

...Fresh-quilted colours through the aire; Get up, sweet slug-a-bcd, and все The dew bespangling herbc and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an honre since, yet you not drest, Nay 1 not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have matteyns...

...Fresh-quilted colours through the aire ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bcd, and see The dew bespangling herbe and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an boure since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have matteyns...

...Fresh-quilted colours through the aire ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangled herbe and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an houre since, yet you not drcst, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have matteyns...

...Fresh-quilted colours through the aire ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangled herbe and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Above an houre since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have matteyns...

...her, beautifully illustrates the May-day of " together let us range," he tells her for England : — Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn* Upon her wings presents the God unshorhe. See how Aurora throwes her faire Fresh-quilted colours through the aire . Get up, sweet slug-a-bed,...