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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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Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777

Ballads, English - 1905 - 242 pages
...ravished nightingale. ' JUS, JUS, JU8- JUS- tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. 20 Brave prick song ! who is't 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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Wordsworth-Tennyson

William Stebbing - English poetry - 1907
...sings, yet so does wail ? 0 'tis the ravished nightingale. ' Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she 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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The Book of Elizabethan Verse

William Stanley Braithwaite - English poetry - 1907 - 823 pages
...nightingale. 7"£, j"g, l"gy j"g, 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 Poetry (1170-1892).

John Matthews Manly - English poetry - 1907 - 580 pages
...nightingale. "Jug. jag' Jug. jag. 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 gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what...
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English Poetry, Volume 40

American poetry - 1910 - 1508 pages
...nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu 1 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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Wordsworth to Tennyson

William Stebbing - English poetry - 1913
...sings, yet so does wail ? 0 'tis the ravished nightingale. ' Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she 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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The Elizabethan Lyrists and Their Poetry

Amy Cruse - English poetry - 1913 - 147 pages
...nightingale. 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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L'Italia nel dramma inglese (1558-1642)

Piero Rébora - Comparative literature - 1925 - 319 pages
...nightingale. « Jug, jug, jug, tereu » she crics And stili ber woes at midnighit rise. Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at beaven's gates she claps ber wings, The morii not waking tili she sings. Hark, hark, with what...
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Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen

Languages, Modern - 1846
...yet so does wail? 0 't'is the ravish'd nightingale — Jug, Jug, Jug, Jug — 'ereu — she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick —...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. I liirli, hark! but what...
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Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

Walter De la Mare - American poetry - 1923 - 696 pages
...nightingale! "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 gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what...
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