John Lyly (Lylie or Lyllie) ( 5 of 15 )
There can be no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
There can be no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, read more
What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
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None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
You are in some brown study.
You are in some brown study.
