The poetical works of Edmund Waller and sir John Denham, with mem. and critical dissertation by G. Gilfillan1857 |
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... thee a wild and cruel soul is given , More deaf than trees , and prouder than the heaven ! Love's foe profess'd ! why dost thou falsely feign Thyself a Sidney ? from which noble strain He sprung , 2 that could so far exalt the name Of ...
... thee a wild and cruel soul is given , More deaf than trees , and prouder than the heaven ! Love's foe profess'd ! why dost thou falsely feign Thyself a Sidney ? from which noble strain He sprung , 2 that could so far exalt the name Of ...
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... thee to the sea , That there with wonders thy diverted mind Some truce , at least , may with this passion find . ' Ah , cruel nymph ! from whom her humble swain Flies for relief unto the raging main , And from the winds and tempests ...
... thee to the sea , That there with wonders thy diverted mind Some truce , at least , may with this passion find . ' Ah , cruel nymph ! from whom her humble swain Flies for relief unto the raging main , And from the winds and tempests ...
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... gifts conferr'd on you So amply thence , the common end Of giving lovers - to pretend ? Hence , to this pining sickness ( meant To weary thee to a consent 6 Of leaving us ) no power is given Thy MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 37 8 A La Malade.
... gifts conferr'd on you So amply thence , the common end Of giving lovers - to pretend ? Hence , to this pining sickness ( meant To weary thee to a consent 6 Of leaving us ) no power is given Thy MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 37 8 A La Malade.
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... thee with such a care , As roses from their stalks we tear , When we would still preserve them new And fresh , as on the bush they grew . With such a grace you entertain , And look with such contempt on pain , That languishing you ...
... thee with such a care , As roses from their stalks we tear , When we would still preserve them new And fresh , as on the bush they grew . With such a grace you entertain , And look with such contempt on pain , That languishing you ...
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... thee ; ( Alas that that the last farewell should be ! ) So looked Astræa , her remove design'd , On those distressed friends she left behind . Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast , That still the knot , in spite of death , does ...
... thee ; ( Alas that that the last farewell should be ! ) So looked Astræa , her remove design'd , On those distressed friends she left behind . Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast , That still the knot , in spite of death , does ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amoret Androgeus arms beauty behold bless'd blood bold bounty brave breast bright Charles Charles II Chloris clouds command commission of array Countess of Devonshire courage court crown'd dame death delight divine doth Dr Johnson earth EDMUND WALLER eyes fair fame fate fear fierce fire flame foes force friends give Gloriana glory gods grace hand happy hath heart heaven honour hope immortal Jove king LADY light live Lord Lucretius Maid's Tragedy matchless mighty mind mortal Muse Nature never noble nobler numbers nymph o'er once oppress'd Ovid passion peace Phoebus pleasure poem poetical poetry poets praise princes Pyrrhus Queen rage royal rude Saccharissa sacred shine sing song soul sweet sword Tarentum taught tears tempest thee Theseus Thetis thine things thou thought trembling Troy Twas verse vex'd virtue Waller wind wise wonder wound youth
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Seite 239 - That servile path thou nobly dost decline Of tracing word by word, and line by line : A new and nobler way thou dost pursue, To make translations, and translators too : They but preserve the ashes, thou the flame, True to his sense, but truer to his fame.
Seite 23 - ON A GIRDLE. 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.
Seite 133 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Seite 180 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Seite 134 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. 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 23 - Some other nymphs, with colours faint^ And pencil slow, may Cupid paint, And a weak heart in time destroy ; She has a stamp, and prints the boy; Can, with a single look, inflame The coldest breast, the rudest tame.
Seite 192 - But his proud head the airy mountain hides among the clouds ; his shoulders and his sides a shady mantle clothes ; his curled brows frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows, while winds and storms his lofty forehead beat; the common fate of all that's high or great.
Seite 23 - ... 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 239 - No flight for thoughts, but poorly stick at words, A new and nobler way thou dost pursue, To make translations and translators too, They but preserve the ashes; thou the flame, True to his sense, but truer to his fame.
Seite 189 - But to be restless in a worse extreme ? And for that lethargy was there no cure But to be cast into a calenture ; Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance So far, to make us wish for ignorance...