 | United Brethren in Christ - 1754 - 828 sayfa
...come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; the fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good fmell : arife, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove that art in the clefts of the rock, in the fecret places : let me fee... | |
 | 1765 - 416 sayfa
...come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines, with the tender grape, give a good fmell. Arife, my love, my fair one, and come away. SoLoMON'S Song, TEMORA : • TEMORA AN EPIC POEM*. HE blue waves of Ullin roll... | |
 | James Beattie - 1783 - 862 sayfa
...and the voice of the turtle is heard " in our land; the fig-tree putteth forth her " green figs, and the vines with the tender " grape give a good fmell : Arife, my Love, " my fair one, and come away." The truth is, that a mixture of fhorter with longer words may be neceffary to... | |
 | 1798 - 408 sayfa
...come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good fmell. Arife, my love, my fair Ctte, and come away. O my dove, &c. &c." The exterior of this pleafing paffton is ftrongly charactenftic... | |
 | Spiritual voices - 1865 - 420 sayfa
...come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; the fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good fmell. Arife, My love, My fair one, and come away.3 Come, rejoice with Me and My Angels, of whofe community thou art now a member.... | |
 | Roger Ascham - 1868 - 372 sayfa
...come, and the Voice of the Turtle is heard in our Land. The Fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the Vines with the tender grape give a good fmell. Arife, my love, my fair one, and come away. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the Field; let us get up early to the Vineyards,... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1868 - 184 sayfa
...come, and the Voice of the Turtle is heard in our Land. The Fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the Vines with the tender grape give a good fmell. Arife, my love, my fair one, and come away. Come, my beloved,, let us go forth into the Field; let us get up early to the Vineyards,... | |
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is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard " in our land; the fig-tree putteth forth her " green figs, and the vines with the tender " grape give a good fmell : Arife, my Love, 