“se dio ti lasci, lettor, prender frutto
Di tua lezione.”
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Was there another Spring than this? |
There was a little girl, One day she went upstairs, |
There was a small boy of Quebec, |
There was a young lady of Niger |
And are ye sure the news is true? |
There is no death! the stars go down There is no death! the forest leaves |
From “Sonnets in Shadow” The lost days up, as from the idle strings... |
From “An Houre’s Recreation in Musicke,” 1606 THERE is a garden in her face, |
From “The Lay of the Last Minstrel,” Canto VI. BREATHES there the man with soul so dead |