A Book of old English love songs . [18] sgOVE guards the roses of thy lips,tX And flies about them like a bee:B If I approach he forward skips,And if I kiss he stingeth me. Love in thine eyes doth build hisbower,And sleeps within their pretty shine;And if I look the boy will lour, And from their orbs shoots shaftsdivine. Love works thy heart within his fire,And in my tears doth firm thesame;And if I tempt it will retire, And of my plaints doth make agame. [19] Willis Love ! let me cull her choicest flowers, And pity me, and calm her eye!Make soft her heart! dissolve her lours ! Then will I pra
A Book of old English love songs . [18] sgOVE guards the roses of thy lips,tX And flies about them like a bee:B If I approach he forward skips,And if I kiss he stingeth me. Love in thine eyes doth build hisbower,And sleeps within their pretty shine;And if I look the boy will lour, And from their orbs shoots shaftsdivine. Love works thy heart within his fire,And in my tears doth firm thesame;And if I tempt it will retire, And of my plaints doth make agame. [19] Willis Love ! let me cull her choicest flowers, And pity me, and calm her eye!Make soft her heart! dissolve her lours ! Then will I praise thy if thou do not, Love! Ill truly serve herIn spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her. — Thomas [*>]
Size: 2258px × 1107px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, bookpublishernewyo, bookyear1897
