At Last The Golden Orientall Gate
Of Greatest Heaven Gan To Open Fayre,
And Phoebus Fresh As Brydegrome To His Mate,
Came Dauncing Forth, Shaking His Deawie Hayre,
And Hurld His Glistening Beams Through Gloomy Ayre.
Spenser'S Faery Queene.
It Was A Lovely Morning In the Autumn Of The Year Of Grace 18--. The
Beams Of The Sun Had Not Yet Fallen Upon The Light Veil Of Mist That
Hovered Over The Tranquil Bosom Of The River Severn, And Rose And
Gathered Itself Into Folds,
Of Greatest Heaven Gan To Open Fayre,
And Phoebus Fresh As Brydegrome To His Mate,
Came Dauncing Forth, Shaking His Deawie Hayre,
And Hurld His Glistening Beams Through Gloomy Ayre.
Spenser'S Faery Queene.
It Was A Lovely Morning In the Autumn Of The Year Of Grace 18--. The
Beams Of The Sun Had Not Yet Fallen Upon The Light Veil Of Mist That
Hovered Over The Tranquil Bosom Of The River Severn, And Rose And
Gathered Itself Into Folds,
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