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Page 139
Far from the world , that might their quiet break , Here the glad souls the face of beauty kiss , Poured out in pleasure on their beds of bliss ; And drunk with nectar torrents , ever hold Their eyes on Him , whose graces manifold ...
Far from the world , that might their quiet break , Here the glad souls the face of beauty kiss , Poured out in pleasure on their beds of bliss ; And drunk with nectar torrents , ever hold Their eyes on Him , whose graces manifold ...
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Her face was veiled ; yet to my fancied sight Love , sweetness , goodness , in her person shined So clear as in no face with more delight . But , oh ! as to embrace me she inclined , I waked , she fled ...
Her face was veiled ; yet to my fancied sight Love , sweetness , goodness , in her person shined So clear as in no face with more delight . But , oh ! as to embrace me she inclined , I waked , she fled ...
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... More than the spoil Of shop , or silkworm's toil , Or a bought blush , or a set smile ; A face that's best By its own beauty dressed , And can alone command the rest , A face made up Out of no other shop Than what nature's white ...
... More than the spoil Of shop , or silkworm's toil , Or a bought blush , or a set smile ; A face that's best By its own beauty dressed , And can alone command the rest , A face made up Out of no other shop Than what nature's white ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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