The Poetical Works of Mr. Samuel Daniel, Author of the English History: To which is Prefix'd, Memoirs of His Life and Writings..

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R. Gosling, ... W. Mears, ... and J. Browne, 1718 - 408 pagina's
 

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Pagina 393 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refined with th
Pagina 410 - My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning. The world shall find this miracle in me, That fire can burn when all the matter's spent...
Pagina 383 - And if some worthy spirits be pleased too, It shall more comfort breed, but not more will. But what if none? It cannot yet undo The love I bear unto this holy skill. This is the thing that I was born to do, This is my scene, this part must I fulfil.
Pagina 415 - Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night, Brother to death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care, return And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth; Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Pagina 414 - tis gone as it had never been. Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish. Short is the glory of the blushing rose; The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish, Yet which at length thou must be forced to lose. When thou, surcharged with burthen of thy years, Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth; And...
Pagina 395 - NTO the boundless Ocean of thy beauty, Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal ; Returning Thee, the tribute of my duty, Which here my love, my youth , my plaints reveal. Here, I unclasp the Book of my charged Soul ; Where I have cast th'accounts of all my care : Here, have I summed my sighs.
Pagina 411 - I, though born within a colder clime, Do feel mine inward heat as great (I know it). He never had more faith, although more rhyme : I love as well, though he could better show it. But I may add one feather to thy fame, To help her flight throughout the fairest Isle ; And if my pen could more enlarge thy name, Then should'st thou live in an immortal style.
Pagina 353 - And is encompassed, whilst as craft deceives And is deceived, whilst man doth ransack man, And builds on blood, and rises by distress, And th' inheritance of desolation leaves To great-expecting hopes, he looks thereon As from the shore of peace with unwet eye, And bears no venture in impiety.
Pagina 373 - O blessed letters, that combine in one All ages past, and make one live with all, By you we do confer with who are gone, And the dead-living unto council call; By you th' unborn shall have communion Of what we feel and what doth us befall.
Pagina 397 - Chastity and beauty, which were deadly foes, Live reconciled friends within her brow; And had she pity to conjoin with those, Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?

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