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Side 212
... Happy , thrice happy age ! happy , thrice happy times ! But wretched we , to whom these iron daies ( Hard daies ) afford nor matter , nor reward ! Sings Maro ? men deride high Maro's layes ; Their hearts with lead , with steel their ...
... Happy , thrice happy age ! happy , thrice happy times ! But wretched we , to whom these iron daies ( Hard daies ) afford nor matter , nor reward ! Sings Maro ? men deride high Maro's layes ; Their hearts with lead , with steel their ...
Side 867
... Happy , happy , happy Pair ! None but the Brave , None but the Brave , None but the Brave deserves the Fair . CHORUS Happy , happy , happy Pair ! None but the Brave , None but the Brave , None but the Brave deserves the Fair . Timotheus ...
... Happy , happy , happy Pair ! None but the Brave , None but the Brave , None but the Brave deserves the Fair . CHORUS Happy , happy , happy Pair ! None but the Brave , None but the Brave , None but the Brave deserves the Fair . Timotheus ...
Side 963
... Happy Choristers of Aire 798 Happy is the Country life 943 Happy those early dayes ! when I 768 211 Happy , thrice happy times in silver age ! Hark how the Lyrick Choristers o'th ' wood Hark ! she is call'd , the parting houre is come ...
... Happy Choristers of Aire 798 Happy is the Country life 943 Happy those early dayes ! when I 768 211 Happy , thrice happy times in silver age ! Hark how the Lyrick Choristers o'th ' wood Hark ! she is call'd , the parting houre is come ...
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The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1934 |
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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