 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 стор.
...pleasure : Rich the treasure ; Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain ! Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again...; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain ! The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ! He chose a... | |
 | William Dunlap - 1836 - 256 стор.
...Within my bosom dwells another lord—" . • Reason—" sole judge and umpire of itself."— Home. "Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, And thrice he slew the slain."— Drydm. IT would be " stale, flat, and unprofitable" to go into a detail of the... | |
 | William Dunlap - 1836 - 232 стор.
...Within my bosom dwells another lord—" Reason — " sole judge and umpire of itself." — Home. "Kought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, And thrice he slew the slain." — Dryden. IT would be " stale, flat, and unprofitable" to go into a detail of the... | |
 | William Dunlap - 1837 - 512 стор.
...death."—Shakspeare. " Within my bosom dwells another lord—" Reason—" sole judge and umpire of itself."—Home. " Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, And thrice he slew the slain."—Dryden. IT would be " stale, flat, and unprofitable" to go into a detail of the... | |
 | John Dryden - 1837 - 478 стор.
...Sweet is pleasure after pain. 1T. Sooth'd with the sound the king grew vain ; Fought all his hattles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And, while... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 стор.
...treasure' ; Sweet' . . the pleasure* : Sweet' . . is pleasure' . . after pain*. Soothed with the sound', the king grew vain* ; Fought all his battles o'er...And thrice he routed all his foes', and thrice he slew the slain*. The master saw the madness rise* ; His glowing cheeks*, his ardent eyes* ; And', while... | |
 | 1839 - 798 стор.
...to scamper : Blessed be all the saints, Kiova town was free 1 XI. Now, puffed with pride, the mayor grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. 'Tis true he might amuse himself thus, And not be very murderous ; Tor as of those... | |
 | Brandon Turner - 1840 - 258 стор.
...; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. IV. Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again...; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1843 - 524 стор.
...pleasure : Rich the treasure ; Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain ! Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again...; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain ! The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ! He chose a... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 стор.
...pleasure : Rich the treasure ; Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure, after pain. Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain Fought all his battles o'er again...; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he... | |
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Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his... 
