The Works of the English Poets: WallerH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Phoebus fhould not act a fonder part For the fair boy , than he did for his hart : Nor blame for Hyacinthus ' fate his own , [ known . That kept from him wifh'd death , hadft thou been He that with thine shall weigh good David's deeds ...
... Phoebus fhould not act a fonder part For the fair boy , than he did for his hart : Nor blame for Hyacinthus ' fate his own , [ known . That kept from him wifh'd death , hadft thou been He that with thine shall weigh good David's deeds ...
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... Or on his journey o'er the mountains ride ? - So , when the fair Leucothoë he espy'd , - + Lewis XIII . K. of France . D. of Buckingham . Το To check his steeds impatient Phœbus yearn'd , Though all TO THE QUEEN . 29.
... Or on his journey o'er the mountains ride ? - So , when the fair Leucothoë he espy'd , - + Lewis XIII . K. of France . D. of Buckingham . Το To check his steeds impatient Phœbus yearn'd , Though all TO THE QUEEN . 29.
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Samuel Johnson. To check his steeds impatient Phœbus yearn'd , Though all the world was in his courfe concern'd . What may hereafter her meridian do , Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bofom fo ? Not fo divine a flame , fince deathlefs ...
Samuel Johnson. To check his steeds impatient Phœbus yearn'd , Though all the world was in his courfe concern'd . What may hereafter her meridian do , Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bofom fo ? Not fo divine a flame , fince deathlefs ...
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... Phoebus never shrouds His golden beams , nor wraps his face in clouds . But what fo hard which Numbers cannot force ? So ftoops the moon , and rivers change their courfe . The bold * Mæonian made me dare to steep Jove's dreadful temples ...
... Phoebus never shrouds His golden beams , nor wraps his face in clouds . But what fo hard which Numbers cannot force ? So ftoops the moon , and rivers change their courfe . The bold * Mæonian made me dare to steep Jove's dreadful temples ...
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... Phœbus ' rage our fhadows , and our streams , May guard us better than from Carlisle's beams . The Countess of CARLISLE in mourning . WHEN from black clouds no part of sky is clear , But just so much as lets the fun appear ; Heaven then ...
... Phœbus ' rage our fhadows , and our streams , May guard us better than from Carlisle's beams . The Countess of CARLISLE in mourning . WHEN from black clouds no part of sky is clear , But just so much as lets the fun appear ; Heaven then ...
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Amoret beauty beſt bleft boaſt bold bounty brave breaſt CANTO Chloris Countess of CARLISLE courage dame deſtroy Engliſh eyes facred fair falutes fame fate feem fhall fhine fhips fide fight fince fing firft firſt flame foes fome fong foul fpring ftill fuch George Sandys give glory grace heart Heaven himſelf increaſe inftructed itſelf Jove juſt King Lady Lady in Retirement laft laſt lefs leſs light loft Lucretius marble live mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt noble nobler Numbers Nymph o'er paffion peace Phoebus plac'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe prefent Prince Prince of Orange Queen rage raiſe reft reſt rife royal ſea ſeem ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhip ſhould ſhow ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſe verfe Verſe vex'd virtue WALLER whofe whoſe wind youth
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Страница 87 - 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. 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 228 - 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 87 - 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. 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 172 - The beauties which adorn'd that age, The shining subjects of his rage, Hoping they should immortal prove, Rewarded with success his love. This was the generous poet's scope, And all an English pen can hope, To make the fair approve his flame, That can so far extend their fame.
Страница 135 - 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 86 - Makes it full fummer, e'er the fpring's begun : And with ripe fruit the bending boughs can load, Before our violets dare look abroad : So, meafure not by any common ufe, The early love your brighter eyes produce.
Страница 99 - Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd, Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desir'd, And not blush so to be admir'd. 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 233 - THAT the First Charles does here in triumph ride, See his son reign where he a martyr died, And people pay that reverence as they pass, (Which then he wanted !) to the sacred brass, Is not the...
Страница 7 - Our language owes more to him than the French does to Cardinal Richelieu, and the whole Academy. A poet cannot think of him without being in the same rapture Lucretius is in when Epicurus comes in his way.
Страница 237 - Here lies the learned Savil's heir, So early wise, and lasting fair, That none, except her years they told, Thought her a child, or thought her old.— WALLER.