| Norman Ault - 1928 - 566 sivua
...Then, heigh ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Shakespeare. Ibid. It was a lover and his lass IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho,...corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres... | |
| William Peacock - 1928 - 476 sivua
...hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. As You Like It, nv IT WAS A LOVER IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho,...corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding ; Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres... | |
| George Reuben Potter - 1928 - 640 sivua
...wore it, And thy father bore it. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho,...corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding! Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres... | |
| Mark Van Doren - 1928 - 1390 sivua
...the waters warp, Thy fting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! etc. It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho,...corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time. When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 sivua
...feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Amiens — AYLI II.vii It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho,...corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2007 - 297 sivua
...that I can make; Or else by him my love deny, And then I'll study how to die. Act IV, Sc. III. PAGES i It was a lover and his lass. With a hey, and a ho,...corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring, H Between the acres... | |
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