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...twg Riure hmmen wither in tturprUi." STIIVKHS. Three beauteous fp rings to yellew autumn turn ' J 6, In procefs of the feafons have I feen ; Three April...hot Junes burn'd, Since firft I faw you frefh, which vet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd...

...Have from the forefts fhook three fummers' pride ; Three beauteous fprings to yellow autumn turn'd, In procefs of the feafons have I feen, Three April...which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd, So your fweet hue, which methinks ftill doth...

...seasons, have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you, fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,...from his figure, and no place perceiv.'d; So your sweet hue, which, methinks, still does stand. Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd. For fear of...

...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and DO pace perceived ! What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowehnents of lead and brass,...

...seasons have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn d, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue, which methinks stijl doth stand, . Hath motion, and mine eye may...

...detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! *' Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived !" What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass,...

...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! Ah ! yet doth beauty like a 'dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ! god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use...

...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep! " Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived !" What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass,...