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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... Name in Print , but fome- what fatisfied to fee his Lines fo ill rendred , that be might justly difown them , and fay to a mistaking Printer , as one did to an ill Reciter- Malè dum recitas , incipit effe tuüm . Having been ever fince ...
... Name in Print , but fome- what fatisfied to fee his Lines fo ill rendred , that be might justly difown them , and fay to a mistaking Printer , as one did to an ill Reciter- Malè dum recitas , incipit effe tuüm . Having been ever fince ...
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... Name , are here to be found as he first writ them ; as alfo to ada Some others which have fince been compofed by him . And though his Advice to the contrary might have difcourag'd us ; yet obferving how often they have been Reprinted ...
... Name , are here to be found as he first writ them ; as alfo to ada Some others which have fince been compofed by him . And though his Advice to the contrary might have difcourag'd us ; yet obferving how often they have been Reprinted ...
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... Name in the Rolls . The House at Agmondefham being old and decaying , Mr. Waller , of whom we write , lived moftly at Be- consfield , where his Mother dwelt in her Widow- hood , and often entertain'd Oliver Cromwell there , during his ...
... Name in the Rolls . The House at Agmondefham being old and decaying , Mr. Waller , of whom we write , lived moftly at Be- consfield , where his Mother dwelt in her Widow- hood , and often entertain'd Oliver Cromwell there , during his ...
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... every one , that Sachariffa was a bor- rowed Name he gave that Lady , Daughter to the Lord Leicester , and afterwards Wife to the Earl Earl of Sunderland . The firft Poem he addreffes to VIII An Account of the Life , & c .
... every one , that Sachariffa was a bor- rowed Name he gave that Lady , Daughter to the Lord Leicester , and afterwards Wife to the Earl Earl of Sunderland . The firft Poem he addreffes to VIII An Account of the Life , & c .
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... Name dear to every true English Man . Mr. Waller had Sa- chariffa's Picture at his Seat at Hall Barn , which he built about a quarter of a Mile from Becons- field , his Mother living in that Town . That Seat has been fince rebuilt by Dr ...
... Name dear to every true English Man . Mr. Waller had Sa- chariffa's Picture at his Seat at Hall Barn , which he built about a quarter of a Mile from Becons- field , his Mother living in that Town . That Seat has been fince rebuilt by Dr ...
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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...