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" Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. "
Dramatic Works of John Ford ... - Page 378
by John Ford - 1827
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The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900

Arthur Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1901 - 1084 pages
...does wail? O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale. J"g-, m, j"g, }"g, tereu ! she cries, Brave prick-song! Who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what...
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The Fireside Encyclopedia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most ...

Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1901 - 1027 pages
...Jug, jug, jug, jug, — teru — she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! bucket, the iron-bound j bucket, ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark ! with what...
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A Year Book of Famous Lyrics: Selections from the British and American Poets ...

Frederic Lawrence Knowles - American poetry - 1901 - 392 pages
...! " Jug. jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what...
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English Literature: From the age of Henry VIII to the age of Milton, by ...

Richard Garnett - English literature - 1903
...so sings, yet so does wail ? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. Jug, jug- Jug. Jug. teren! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise, Brave prick song...clear ; How at heaven's gates she claps her wings I The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes...
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Quellen und Forschungen zur Sprach- und Kulturgeschichte der ..., Volumes 94-95

German philology - 1903
...so sings yet so dos wayle? 0 'tis the ravish'd nightingale. "Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cryes; And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick song, who is't now we heare ? None but the larke so shrill and cleare. How at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morne...
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Birds and Poets: With Other Papers

John Burroughs - 1904 - 269 pages
...simple line, — "Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings," or John Lyly's, his contemporary, — "Who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings." We have no well-known...
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The Lady with the Dagger: A Drama

Arthur Schnitzler - German drama - 1904 - 18 pages
...sweet, arise, Arise, Arise.' Lyly, Queen Elizabeth's Court dramatist, echoes Shakespeare's strain, 'Who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.' Herrick, 'Fresh as Spring,...
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The Writings of John Burroughs: Birds and poets, with other papers

John Burroughs - 1904
...simple line, — " Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings," or John Lyly's, his contemporary, — "Who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings." is* We have no well-known...
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The Writings of John Burroughs. [v.1-20, Volume 3

John Burroughs - 1904
...simple line, — "Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings," or John Lyly's, his contemporary, — "Who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings." We have no well-known...
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JOHN LILY

JOHN DOVER WILSON - 1905
...so does wail? O 'tis the ravished Nightingale. J u g' J u J u ? J ll g? tereil > sne cries, And still her woes at Midnight rise. Brave prick song!...now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The Morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what...
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