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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... English Poetry had hardly any Harmony or Grace in it . But he rofe like a great Reformer , and shook off at once the Barbarifin and Rudeness , under which it had long labour'd . Great Maro con'd no greater Tempest feign , When the loud ...
... English Poetry had hardly any Harmony or Grace in it . But he rofe like a great Reformer , and shook off at once the Barbarifin and Rudeness , under which it had long labour'd . Great Maro con'd no greater Tempest feign , When the loud ...
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... English Navy is hardly men- tioned in History from the Year in which Mr. Waller was born , ' till the One and Twentieth of his Age : For which Reafon we may very well imagine the Noife of this Naval Enterprize in- fpir'd his Muse to ...
... English Navy is hardly men- tioned in History from the Year in which Mr. Waller was born , ' till the One and Twentieth of his Age : For which Reafon we may very well imagine the Noife of this Naval Enterprize in- fpir'd his Muse to ...
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... English Tongue ; and that which he applies to himself with a modest and juft Boldnefs , can never be enough ad- mir'd . All but the Nymph , that should redress his Wrong , Attend his Paffion , and approve his Song : Like Phœbus thus ...
... English Tongue ; and that which he applies to himself with a modest and juft Boldnefs , can never be enough ad- mir'd . All but the Nymph , that should redress his Wrong , Attend his Paffion , and approve his Song : Like Phœbus thus ...
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... English Man . Mr. Waller had Sa- chariffa's Picture at his Seat at Hall Barn , which he built about a quarter of a Mile from Becons- field , his Mother living in that Town . That Seat has been fince rebuilt by Dr. Stephen Waller his Son ...
... English Man . Mr. Waller had Sa- chariffa's Picture at his Seat at Hall Barn , which he built about a quarter of a Mile from Becons- field , his Mother living in that Town . That Seat has been fince rebuilt by Dr. Stephen Waller his Son ...
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... English Table but Mr. Waller's : Which was fo coftly to him , that he us'd to fay he was at last come to the Rump Jewel . He He refided moft part of the time he was in France , at Roan ; where Margaret , his eldest Daughter by his ...
... English Table but Mr. Waller's : Which was fo coftly to him , that he us'd to fay he was at last come to the Rump Jewel . He He refided moft part of the time he was in France , at Roan ; where Margaret , his eldest Daughter by his ...
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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...