The Works of the English Poets: WallerH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... delighted dolphins play ; Too fure a fign of fea's enfuing rage , Which muft anon this Royal troop engage : To whom soft fleep feems more secure and fweet , Within the town commanded by our fleet . These mighty Peers plac'd in the ...
... delighted dolphins play ; Too fure a fign of fea's enfuing rage , Which muft anon this Royal troop engage : To whom soft fleep feems more secure and fweet , Within the town commanded by our fleet . These mighty Peers plac'd in the ...
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... delight Could foften , nor the face of Death affright : Next to the power of making tempests cease , Was in that form to have so calm a peace . Great Maro could no greater tempest feign , When the loud winds ufurping on the Main For ...
... delight Could foften , nor the face of Death affright : Next to the power of making tempests cease , Was in that form to have so calm a peace . Great Maro could no greater tempest feign , When the loud winds ufurping on the Main For ...
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... unknown , She might not , would not , yet reveal her own . His glorious name had so poffet her cars , That with delight thofe antique tales the hears C 2 Of ** Of Jafon , Thefeus , and fuch Worthies old , ON THE PRINCE'S ESCAPE , & c .
... unknown , She might not , would not , yet reveal her own . His glorious name had so poffet her cars , That with delight thofe antique tales the hears C 2 Of ** Of Jafon , Thefeus , and fuch Worthies old , ON THE PRINCE'S ESCAPE , & c .
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... delight is free : Love at her royal feet his quiver lays , And not his mother with more hafte obeys . Such real pleasures , fuch true joys fufpenfe , What dream can I prefent to recompense ? Should I with lightning fill her awful hand ...
... delight is free : Love at her royal feet his quiver lays , And not his mother with more hafte obeys . Such real pleasures , fuch true joys fufpenfe , What dream can I prefent to recompense ? Should I with lightning fill her awful hand ...
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... delight the race Of men ) like Phoebus , fo divides her light , And warms us , that she stoops not from her height . TO PHYLLIS . PHYLLIS , ' twas Love that injur'd you , And on that rock your Thyrfis threw ; Who for proud Cælia could ...
... delight the race Of men ) like Phoebus , fo divides her light , And warms us , that she stoops not from her height . TO PHYLLIS . PHYLLIS , ' twas Love that injur'd you , And on that rock your Thyrfis threw ; Who for proud Cælia could ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.