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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... happy with his Songs . He pur- chas'd a small Eftate there in his old Age , with a little Houfe , to which he frequently retir'd , but did not stay long . He was always inclina- ble to be paffionate , from his fiery Teinper ; and this ...
... happy with his Songs . He pur- chas'd a small Eftate there in his old Age , with a little Houfe , to which he frequently retir'd , but did not stay long . He was always inclina- ble to be paffionate , from his fiery Teinper ; and this ...
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... happy Return , in the Year 1660 . ibid . 161 On St. James's Park , as lately improv'd by his Majefty Of her Royal Highness , Mother to the Prince of Orange , and of her Portrait written by the late Dutchess of York while he lived with ...
... happy Return , in the Year 1660 . ibid . 161 On St. James's Park , as lately improv'd by his Majefty Of her Royal Highness , Mother to the Prince of Orange , and of her Portrait written by the late Dutchess of York while he lived with ...
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... happy Recovery from a dangerous Sick- ness Prologue for the Lady Actors 183 185 Sung by Mrs. Knight to her Majefty Queen Katha- rine , on her Birth - day The Maid's Tragedy alter'd 186 187 To the Dutchess of Orleans , when he was taking ...
... happy Recovery from a dangerous Sick- ness Prologue for the Lady Actors 183 185 Sung by Mrs. Knight to her Majefty Queen Katha- rine , on her Birth - day The Maid's Tragedy alter'd 186 187 To the Dutchess of Orleans , when he was taking ...
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... Happy , who can fear no Force But winged Troops , or Pegafean Horse : " Tis not fo hard for greedy Foes to spoil Another Nation , as to touch our Soil . Shou'd Nature's Self invade the World again , And o'er the Center fpread the liquid ...
... Happy , who can fear no Force But winged Troops , or Pegafean Horse : " Tis not fo hard for greedy Foes to spoil Another Nation , as to touch our Soil . Shou'd Nature's Self invade the World again , And o'er the Center fpread the liquid ...
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... Happy whom the Greeks had quell'a In Honourable Flight : Our Hero set In a fmall Shallop , Fortune in his Debt , So near a hope of Crowns and Scepters , more Than ever Friam , when he flourish'd , wore , His Loins yet full of ungot ...
... Happy whom the Greeks had quell'a In Honourable Flight : Our Hero set In a fmall Shallop , Fortune in his Debt , So near a hope of Crowns and Scepters , more Than ever Friam , when he flourish'd , wore , His Loins yet full of ungot ...
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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...