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Pagina 23
... fafe ; and her deftructive hand Would but enlarge the bounds of thy command : Thy dreadful Fleet would style thee Lord of all , And ride in triumph o'er the drowned Ball : Those towers of oak o'er fertile plains might go , And vifit ...
... fafe ; and her deftructive hand Would but enlarge the bounds of thy command : Thy dreadful Fleet would style thee Lord of all , And ride in triumph o'er the drowned Ball : Those towers of oak o'er fertile plains might go , And vifit ...
Pagina 125
... fafe for her than either fea or wind ! ) Shall , when the bloffom of her beauty ' s blown , See her great Brother on the British throne : Where peace fhall fmile , and no difpute arife , But which rules moft , his fceptre , or her eyes ...
... fafe for her than either fea or wind ! ) Shall , when the bloffom of her beauty ' s blown , See her great Brother on the British throne : Where peace fhall fmile , and no difpute arife , But which rules moft , his fceptre , or her eyes ...
Pagina 142
... find , Than from the rocks , the billows , or the wind . ' They that had fail'd from near th ' antarctic Pole , Their treasure fafe , and all their veffels whole , In fight of their dear country ruin'd be , Without In 142 WALLER'S POEMS .
... find , Than from the rocks , the billows , or the wind . ' They that had fail'd from near th ' antarctic Pole , Their treasure fafe , and all their veffels whole , In fight of their dear country ruin'd be , Without In 142 WALLER'S POEMS .
Pagina 155
... fafe delight TH Pursuing beasts , that save themselves by flight ; Grown proud , and weary of his wonted game , Would Chriftians chafe , and facrifice to fame . A Prince , with eunuchs and the fofter fex Shut up fo long , would warlike ...
... fafe delight TH Pursuing beasts , that save themselves by flight ; Grown proud , and weary of his wonted game , Would Chriftians chafe , and facrifice to fame . A Prince , with eunuchs and the fofter fex Shut up fo long , would warlike ...
Pagina 213
... fafe , and cheap ; None for himself would either fow or reap : Our ready help and mutual love would yield A nobler harvest than the richest field ; Famine and death , confin'd to certain parts , Extended are by barrenness of hearts ...
... fafe , and cheap ; None for himself would either fow or reap : Our ready help and mutual love would yield A nobler harvest than the richest field ; Famine and death , confin'd to certain parts , Extended are by barrenness of hearts ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt Angels beauty beſt bleft blood bold boundleſs bounty brave breaſt Britiſh CANTO Chloris command crown'd Engliſh eyes facred fafe fair falutes fame fate fear feem fhall fhew fhine fight fince fing firft firſt flain flame fleet foes fome foul ftill fuccefs fuch fupply fword give glorious glory grace Heaven himſelf honour increaſe inftructed itſelf juſt King Lady Anne Hyde laft laſt lefs light live loft LUCRETIUS mind Mufes Muſe muſt nobler noiſe numbers Nymph o'er paffion peace pleaſure praiſe prefent Prince Prince of Orange rage raiſe reft reſt rife royal ſea ſeem ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhip ſhould ſhow ſome ſpoil ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtore ſuch taſk thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand triumph uſe valour verfe verſe vex'd victorious virtue whofe whoſe wind youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 166 - 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.
Pagina 85 - 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.
Pagina 133 - 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.
Pagina 135 - Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede, Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field, More spoils than honour to the victor yield. 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...
Pagina 85 - 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.
Pagina 97 - 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!
Pagina 49 - Embroidered so with flowers where she stood, That it became a garden of a wood. Her presence has such more than human grace, That it can civilize the rudest place: And beauty too, and order can impart, Where nature ne'er intended it, nor art. The plants acknowledge this, and her admire, No less than those of old did Orpheus...
Pagina 108 - Such truth in love as the' antique world did know, In such a style as courts may boast of now; Which no bold tales of gods or monsters swell, But human passions, such as with us dwell. Man is thy theme, his virtue or his rage Drawn to the life in each elaborate page.
Pagina 133 - And every coaft may trouble, or relieve : But none can vifit us without your leave. Angels, and we, have this prerogative, That none can at our happy feats arrive : While we defcend at pleafure, to invade The bad with, vengeance, and the good to aid.
Pagina 123 - Strange ! that such horror and such grace Should dwell together in one place. A fury's arm, an angel's face ! 'Tis innocence, and youth, which makes In Chloris' fancy such mistakes, To start at love, and play with snakes.