Poems, &c. Written Upon Several Occasions, and to Several PersonsJacob Tonson, at Shakespear's Head over-against Katherine Street in the Strand., 1722 - 284 страници |
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... Lady , who in the Roll of Sheriffs may by mistake be written Sir William . We could not learn at what Time the Wallers of Buckinghamshire re- moved thither out of Kent , and fettled at Agmon- deskam's defham ; but it seems not to have ...
... Lady , who in the Roll of Sheriffs may by mistake be written Sir William . We could not learn at what Time the Wallers of Buckinghamshire re- moved thither out of Kent , and fettled at Agmon- deskam's defham ; but it seems not to have ...
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... Lady : No , Sir , fays his Lordship in Confufion , but I like her Company because she has so much Wit . Why then , fays the King , do you not lig with my Lord of Winchester there ? The Truth of this Con- verfation is not to be doubted ...
... Lady : No , Sir , fays his Lordship in Confufion , but I like her Company because she has so much Wit . Why then , fays the King , do you not lig with my Lord of Winchester there ? The Truth of this Con- verfation is not to be doubted ...
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... Lady Dorothy Sidney ; and that he was then a Widower , and about the Four or Five and Twentieth Year of his Age , when he began to have a Paffion for Sacharia , whose Beauty triumphs over Time in his Verfes . ' Tis known to every one ...
... Lady Dorothy Sidney ; and that he was then a Widower , and about the Four or Five and Twentieth Year of his Age , when he began to have a Paffion for Sacharia , whose Beauty triumphs over Time in his Verfes . ' Tis known to every one ...
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... Lady who can fleep when she plea- fes ; and of that Of the Mif - report of her being painted ; and of that Of her paffing through a Crowd of People ; But that which paints out her and him- felf , and the Succefs of his Love the plaineft ...
... Lady who can fleep when she plea- fes ; and of that Of the Mif - report of her being painted ; and of that Of her paffing through a Crowd of People ; But that which paints out her and him- felf , and the Succefs of his Love the plaineft ...
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... Lady Lucy Sydney , upon the Mar- riage of my Lady Dorothy , her Sifter , to my Lord Spencer . Madam , IN N this Common Joy at Penshurst I know none to whom Complaints may come lefs unfeasonable than to your Ladyship , the Lofs of a Bed ...
... Lady Lucy Sydney , upon the Mar- riage of my Lady Dorothy , her Sifter , to my Lord Spencer . Madam , IN N this Common Joy at Penshurst I know none to whom Complaints may come lefs unfeasonable than to your Ladyship , the Lofs of a Bed ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 122 - Through every land that near the ocean lies, Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news To all that piracy and rapine use.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...