The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 734
... 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 ...
الصفحة 735
... 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 ...
الصفحة 869
... 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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