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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... God forbid , Sir , but you shou'd , you are the Breath of our Noftrils : Whereupon the King turned , and faid to the Bishop of Winchester , Well , my Lord , what fay you ? Sir , replied the Bishop , I have no Skill to judge of ...
... God forbid , Sir , but you shou'd , you are the Breath of our Noftrils : Whereupon the King turned , and faid to the Bishop of Winchester , Well , my Lord , what fay you ? Sir , replied the Bishop , I have no Skill to judge of ...
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... God , can no new Care , No Senfe of Danger , & c . Our Author was now known at Court , and carefs'd by all the People of Quality , who had a Relish of Learning and Wit : He was alfo one of that famous Club with the Lord Falkland , Sir ...
... God , can no new Care , No Senfe of Danger , & c . Our Author was now known at Court , and carefs'd by all the People of Quality , who had a Relish of Learning and Wit : He was alfo one of that famous Club with the Lord Falkland , Sir ...
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... Canto's of the Fear of God , which never yet appear'd in Print . He gave them to Mr. Tho- mas Elwood of Coleshill , whofe Love of Letters and * and Humanity made his Converfation much de- fir'd by Mr. of Mr. Edmond Waller . XXXVII.
... Canto's of the Fear of God , which never yet appear'd in Print . He gave them to Mr. Tho- mas Elwood of Coleshill , whofe Love of Letters and * and Humanity made his Converfation much de- fir'd by Mr. of Mr. Edmond Waller . XXXVII.
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... God to him , the last time he faw him at his House at Beconsfield ; but Sicknefs and Death follow'd fo close , that Mr. Waller had not time to revife and polish it , as otherwife he might per- haps have done in fome Places . The ...
... God to him , the last time he faw him at his House at Beconsfield ; but Sicknefs and Death follow'd fo close , that Mr. Waller had not time to revife and polish it , as otherwife he might per- haps have done in fome Places . The ...
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... God , in two Canto's . 1687 . Mr. Waller's Speech to the House of Commons , April 22 , 1640 . His Speech in Parliament , at a Conference of both Houfes in the Painted Chamber , July 6 , 1641 . 272 His Speech in the House of Commons , on ...
... God , in two Canto's . 1687 . Mr. Waller's Speech to the House of Commons , April 22 , 1640 . His Speech in Parliament , at a Conference of both Houfes in the Painted Chamber , July 6 , 1641 . 272 His Speech in the House of Commons , on ...
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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...