Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . The sweat did drop ; and in his hand he boreA bowe and shaftes, as he in forrest greeneHad hunted late the libbard or the now would bathe his limbes with labor heated sore. ^tfiVj/-.^ (• ^ _. Then came the Autumne all in yellow though he ioyed in his plentious store. Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad That he had banisht h unger, which to-fore Had by the bellv oft him pinched sore :Upon his head a wreath, that was enrold With eares of corne of every sort, he bore ;And in his hand a sickle he did rea
Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . The sweat did drop ; and in his hand he boreA bowe and shaftes, as he in forrest greeneHad hunted late the libbard or the now would bathe his limbes with labor heated sore. ^tfiVj/-.^ (• ^ _. Then came the Autumne all in yellow though he ioyed in his plentious store. Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad That he had banisht h unger, which to-fore Had by the bellv oft him pinched sore :Upon his head a wreath, that was enrold With eares of corne of every sort, he bore ;And in his hand a sickle he did reape the ripened fruits the which the earth had void.
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