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Behold whiles she before the altar stands
Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes And blesseth her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush vp in her cheekes, And the pure snow with goodly vermill stayne, Like crimsin dyde in grayne, That euen th'Angels which continually, About the sacred Altare doe remaine, Forget their seruice and about her fly, Ofte peeping in her face that seemes more fayre, The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes still fastened on the ground, Are gouerned with goodly modesty, That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry, Which may let in a little thought vnsownd, Why blush ye loue to giue to me your hand, The pledge of all our band, Sing ye sweet Angels Alleluya sing, That all the woods may answere and your eccho ring. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |