A Book of old English love songs . Y true-love hath my heart, and I havehis,By just exchange one for anothergiven:I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,There never was a better bargain driven:My true-love hath my heart, and Ihave his. His heart in me keeps him and me inone,My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:He loves my heart, for once it was his own,I cherish his because in me it bides: My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. — Sir Philip Sidney. []. HAT bird so sings, yet does so wail ?O tis the ravished nightingale. Jug> jug> jug> jug> teren, shecries,And still
A Book of old English love songs . Y true-love hath my heart, and I havehis,By just exchange one for anothergiven:I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,There never was a better bargain driven:My true-love hath my heart, and Ihave his. His heart in me keeps him and me inone,My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:He loves my heart, for once it was his own,I cherish his because in me it bides: My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. — Sir Philip Sidney. []. HAT bird so sings, yet does so wail ?O tis the ravished nightingale. Jug> jug> jug> jug> teren, shecries,And still her woes at midnight prick song ! who ist now we hear ?None but the lark so shrill and clear;Now at heavens gates she claps her wings,The morn not waking till she ! hark! with what a pretty throatPoor robin redbreast tunes his note;Hark how the jolly cuckoo sing,Cuckoo to welcome in the spring;Cuckoo to welcome in the spring! — John Lyly. [»]
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