...fresh-quilted colours through the aire : get up, sweet Slug-a-bed, and see the dew-bespangling herbe and tree : each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, above an houre since ; yet you not drest, nay ! not so much as out of bed ? when all the birds have mattens...

...presents the God unshorn ! See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air ! — Get up, sweet slug-a-bed ! and see The dew bespangling...bow'd toward the east Above an hour since, yet you are not dress'd — Nay, not so much as out of bed, When all the birds have matins said, And sung their...

...wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colors through the air; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns;...

...wings presents the God unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east Above an hour since, yet you are not drest, Nay, not so much as out of bed ;...

...wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colors through the air; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and how'd toward the east. Above an hour since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ; When...

...presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colors through the air; Get np, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb...the east, Above an hour since, yet you not drest, Nay ! not so murh as out of bed ; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymne;...

...unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colors through the air; Get up, sweet slng-a-bed. and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower...the east, Above an hour since, yet you not drest, Xay ! not so much as out of bed ; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns;...

...wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air ; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east Above an hour since, yet you are not drest, Nay, not so much as out of bed ;...

...wings preseuts the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colors through the air; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each tlower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Nay! not so much as out of bed: When all the birds have...

...wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colors through the air ; Get up, sweet slugabed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bowed toward the east, Above an hour since, yet you are not drest, — Nay, not so much as out of bed,...