...birds 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, my fair one, and come away. O my dove that art in the clefts of the rock, in the...

...fmging 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, my fair one, and come away. SoLoMON'S Song, TEMORA : • TEMORA AN EPIC POEM*. HE blue...

...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, " my fair one, and come away." The truth is, that a mixture of fhorter with longer...

...forth much fruit : for without me ye can do nothing. Song ii. 1 3. The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good fmell. Ver. 15. Take us the foxes, the little foxes that fpoil the vines . for our vines have lender grapes....

...birds 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, my fair Ctte, and come away. O my dove, &c. &c." The exterior of this pleafing paffton...

...When the " rain is over and gone, the flowers appear on the earth, the fig tree puttethforthher green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good fmell," Cant, ii. II, 12, 13. — But as God, was pleafed to divide the'huge mafs of light into unequal parcels,...

...birds 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, My fair one, and come away.3 Come, rejoice with Me and My Angels, of whofe community...

...birds 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, my fair one, and come away. Come, my beloved,, let us go forth into the Field; let...

...birds 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, my fair one, and come away. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the Field; let us...

...singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth foorth her greene figs, And the vines with the tender grape Give a good smell. Arise, my love, my faire one, and come away. O my dove ! that art in the clefts of the rocke,...