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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... nature . It appears by the Verfes to Phillis and others , Mr. Waller's Love for Sa- thariffa did not make him forget what was due to the Beauty of other Ladies , and that they were not all of them fo unjust to him , as the who he of all ...
... nature . It appears by the Verfes to Phillis and others , Mr. Waller's Love for Sa- thariffa did not make him forget what was due to the Beauty of other Ladies , and that they were not all of them fo unjust to him , as the who he of all ...
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... natural Vivacity bore up against his Years , and made his Company agreeable to the laft . His Ma- jefty one time order'd my Lord Sunderland to bid him fee him in the Afternoon : When he came , do came , the King carry'd him into his ...
... natural Vivacity bore up against his Years , and made his Company agreeable to the laft . His Ma- jefty one time order'd my Lord Sunderland to bid him fee him in the Afternoon : When he came , do came , the King carry'd him into his ...
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... Nature's Self invade the World again , And o'er the Center fpread the liquid Main ; Thy Pow'r were safe , and her deftructive Hand Wou'd but enlarge the Bounds of thy Command : Thy dreadful Fleet would style Thee Lord of all , And ride ...
... Nature's Self invade the World again , And o'er the Center fpread the liquid Main ; Thy Pow'r were safe , and her deftructive Hand Wou'd but enlarge the Bounds of thy Command : Thy dreadful Fleet would style Thee Lord of all , And ride ...
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... Nature's felf in those that cou'd not lye . Your Beauty next our Solitude invades , And warms us , fhining through the thickest Shades .. Nor ought the Tribute , which the wondring Court Pays your fair Eyes , prevail with you to fcorn ...
... Nature's felf in those that cou'd not lye . Your Beauty next our Solitude invades , And warms us , fhining through the thickest Shades .. Nor ought the Tribute , which the wondring Court Pays your fair Eyes , prevail with you to fcorn ...
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... Nature first instructed by this Thought , In his own House thus practis'd what he taught . This glorious Piece tranfcends what he cou'd think , So much his Blood is nobler than his Ink .. T · To VAN DIKE . RARE Artifan ! whofe Pencil 20 ...
... Nature first instructed by this Thought , In his own House thus practis'd what he taught . This glorious Piece tranfcends what he cou'd think , So much his Blood is nobler than his Ink .. T · To VAN DIKE . RARE Artifan ! whofe Pencil 20 ...
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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...