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9 Delia may hap to deign to read our story , And offer up her sighs among the rest , Whose merit would suffice for both our glory , Whereby thou might'st be graced and I be blest ; That indulgence would profit me the best .
9 Delia may hap to deign to read our story , And offer up her sighs among the rest , Whose merit would suffice for both our glory , Whereby thou might'st be graced and I be blest ; That indulgence would profit me the best .
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Yet let him keep the rest , But keep them with repining restlessnesse ; Let him be rich and wearie , that at least ... Harmonious bells below , raising the dead To leade them unto life and rest : Thus are true Aarons drest .
Yet let him keep the rest , But keep them with repining restlessnesse ; Let him be rich and wearie , that at least ... Harmonious bells below , raising the dead To leade them unto life and rest : Thus are true Aarons drest .
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XI For pleasant is this flesh ; Our soul , in its rose - mesh Pulled ever to the earth , still yearns for rest ; Would we some prize might hold To match those manifold Possessions of the brute , gain most , as we did best !
XI For pleasant is this flesh ; Our soul , in its rose - mesh Pulled ever to the earth , still yearns for rest ; Would we some prize might hold To match those manifold Possessions of the brute , gain most , as we did best !
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Medieval Lyrics | 1 |
The Franklins Tale | 16 |
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien | 28 |
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