Poems, &c. Written Upon Several Occasions, and to Several PersonsJacob Tonson, at Shakespear's Head over-against Katherine Street in the Strand., 1722 - 284 Seiten |
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... Blood will run no longer . Upon which Mr. Waller repeated fome admirable Verfes out of Virgil , fuitable to the Occafion , about the Condition of Human Life , and receiv'd his Sentence very compofedly , His laft Poems fhew us , that his ...
... Blood will run no longer . Upon which Mr. Waller repeated fome admirable Verfes out of Virgil , fuitable to the Occafion , about the Condition of Human Life , and receiv'd his Sentence very compofedly , His laft Poems fhew us , that his ...
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... Blood . But to make Amends for the few Blemishes that are to be found in his Works , the Beauties in them are very exquifite , and fown thick from one End of his Poems to the other . In a Word , nothing can be faid more to the Praife of ...
... Blood . But to make Amends for the few Blemishes that are to be found in his Works , the Beauties in them are very exquifite , and fown thick from one End of his Poems to the other . In a Word , nothing can be faid more to the Praife of ...
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... his own House thus practis'd what he taught . This glorious Piece tranfcends what he cou'd think , So much his Blood is nobler than his Ink .. T · To VAN DIKE . RARE Artifan ! whofe Pencil 20 POEMS on several Occafions .
... his own House thus practis'd what he taught . This glorious Piece tranfcends what he cou'd think , So much his Blood is nobler than his Ink .. T · To VAN DIKE . RARE Artifan ! whofe Pencil 20 POEMS on several Occafions .
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... Blood the Fire . But vow'd I have , and never must Your banish'd Servant trouble you : For if I break , you may mistrust The Vow I made to love you too . SONG . SONG . Go , lovely Rofe , Tell her that POEMS on feveral Occafions . 37 The ...
... Blood the Fire . But vow'd I have , and never must Your banish'd Servant trouble you : For if I break , you may mistrust The Vow I made to love you too . SONG . SONG . Go , lovely Rofe , Tell her that POEMS on feveral Occafions . 37 The ...
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... Blood , And in high Grace with Gloriana stood ; Her Bounty , Sweetness , Beauty , Goodness , such , That none e'er thought her Happiness too much ; So well inclin'd her Favours to confer , And kind to all , as Heav'n had been to her ...
... Blood , And in high Grace with Gloriana stood ; Her Bounty , Sweetness , Beauty , Goodness , such , That none e'er thought her Happiness too much ; So well inclin'd her Favours to confer , And kind to all , as Heav'n had been to her ...
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againſt Amyntor Anacreon Beauty becauſe beſt Blood bold Breaſt Carlife cou'd Courage Death Decemviri Defire Diphilus ev'ry Evadne Eyes facred fafe faid fair falutes fame Fate feem feen felf felves fent fhall fhew fhining fhou'd fince fing firft firſt flain Flame Foes fome Friend ftill fuch give Glory Grace greateſt Heav'n himſelf Honour Houfe Houſe inftruct juft juſt King Lady laft laſt lefs leſs loft Lord Love Maid's Tragedy Majefty Melantius moſt Mufe muſt Neceffity noble nobler Numbers Nymph o'er Occafion Paffion Parliament Peace Perfons Pleaſure Poems Pow'r Praiſe prefent Prince Queen Rage raiſe Reaſon reft reſt rife Royal ſeem Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul ſtand ſtay ſtill ſweet Tempeſt thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro Tranflation twas uſe Verfes Verſes vext Virtue Waller whofe Whoſe World wou'd Youth
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Seite 38 - Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Seite 62 - THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Seite 106 - Great Julius, on the mountains bred, A flock perhaps, or herd, had led : He *, that the world subdued, had been But the best wrestler on the green.
Seite 257 - For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Seite 50 - So every passion but fond love, Unto its own redress does move : But that alone the wretch inclines To what prevents his own designs ; Makes him lament, and sigh, and weep...
Seite 121 - Whether this portion of the world were rent By the rude ocean from the continent, Or thus created, it was sure design'd To be the sacred refuge of mankind.
Seite 122 - Through every land that near the ocean lies, Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news To all that piracy and rapine use.
Seite 58 - That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. Had Echo, with so sweet a grace, Narcissus' loud complaints returned, Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burned.
Seite 124 - A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, Been from all ages kept for you to tame. Whom the old Roman wall...
Seite 64 - While in the park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear : When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers, With loud complaints they answer me in showers. To thee a wild and cruel soul is given, More deaf than trees, and prouder than the Heaven ! On the head of a stag...