The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sidor |
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... Pleasure . Every thing does seem to vie Which should first attract thine Eye : But since none deserves that grace , In this Crystal view thy face . Soul . When the Creator's skill is priz'd , The rest is all but Earth disguis'd . Pleasure ...
... Pleasure . Every thing does seem to vie Which should first attract thine Eye : But since none deserves that grace , In this Crystal view thy face . Soul . When the Creator's skill is priz'd , The rest is all but Earth disguis'd . Pleasure ...
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... Pleasure . Where so e'er thy Foot shall go The minted Gold shall lie ; Till thou purchase all below , And want new Worlds to buy . Soul . Wer ' t not a price who❜ld value Gold ? And that's worth nought that can be sold . Pleasure ...
... Pleasure . Where so e'er thy Foot shall go The minted Gold shall lie ; Till thou purchase all below , And want new Worlds to buy . Soul . Wer ' t not a price who❜ld value Gold ? And that's worth nought that can be sold . Pleasure ...
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... Pleasure ; Sweet is Pleasure after Pain . CHORUS Bacchus Blessings are a Treasure , Drinking is the Soldier's Pleasure ; Rich the Treasure , Sweet the Pleasure , Sweet is Pleasure after Pain . Sooth'd with the Sound the King grew Fought ...
... Pleasure ; Sweet is Pleasure after Pain . CHORUS Bacchus Blessings are a Treasure , Drinking is the Soldier's Pleasure ; Rich the Treasure , Sweet the Pleasure , Sweet is Pleasure after Pain . Sooth'd with the Sound the King grew Fought ...
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agen Angels Ayres beauty blest blood breast breath brest bright crowne dayes dead dear death delight didst Divine dost doth drest e'er Earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair Fame fantastick Fate fear fire flame flowers flowre Francis Beaumont Friend give glory grace grief grones hand happy hath head heart Heaven Hesperides Il Pastor Fido King kisse lero light live look Lord lov'd Lovers Lycidas mind mortal Muse Musick ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er pain peace pleasure Poems Poets Polyolbion Pow'r praise Priam Quire Rose sacred selfe shade shalt shee shew shine sigh sight sing sinne skie sleep Song Sonnet Soul Spirit Spring Starres Sunne sweet tears thee thine things thir thou art thought truth twas twill unto Verse vertue weep Whilst wind wings