Poems, &c. Written Upon Several Occasions, and to Several PersonsJacob Tonson, at Shakespear's Head over-against Katherine Street in the Strand., 1722 - Всего страниц: 284 |
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... Melantius in his Gallantry ? Our greatest Ladies love to see their Scorn Out - done by thine , in what themselves have worn ; Th'impatient Widow , e'er the Year be done , Sees thy Afpafia weeping in her Gown . I never yet the Tragick ...
... Melantius in his Gallantry ? Our greatest Ladies love to see their Scorn Out - done by thine , in what themselves have worn ; Th'impatient Widow , e'er the Year be done , Sees thy Afpafia weeping in her Gown . I never yet the Tragick ...
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... Melantius ' Frown . These will to both my Refolution bring : Page , give Melantius that , this to the King . [ Exit Page with the Letters . Under how hard a Fate are Women born ! Priz'd to their Ruin , or expos'd to Scorn ! If we want ...
... Melantius ' Frown . These will to both my Refolution bring : Page , give Melantius that , this to the King . [ Exit Page with the Letters . Under how hard a Fate are Women born ! Priz'd to their Ruin , or expos'd to Scorn ! If we want ...
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... ev'ry Land pays Tribute to the Fair . So fhines the Sun , tho ' hence remov'd , as clear When his Beams warm th ' Antipodes , as here [ Exit . Enter Enter Melantius , with a Letter in his Hand . 192 The Maid's Tragedy Alter'd .
... ev'ry Land pays Tribute to the Fair . So fhines the Sun , tho ' hence remov'd , as clear When his Beams warm th ' Antipodes , as here [ Exit . Enter Enter Melantius , with a Letter in his Hand . 192 The Maid's Tragedy Alter'd .
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... Melantius falfe ! it cannot be : And yet , When I remember how I merit it , He is prefented to my guilty Mind Less to his Duty , than Revenge , inclin❜d . ' Tis not my Nature to suspect my Friends , Or think they can have black ...
... Melantius falfe ! it cannot be : And yet , When I remember how I merit it , He is prefented to my guilty Mind Less to his Duty , than Revenge , inclin❜d . ' Tis not my Nature to suspect my Friends , Or think they can have black ...
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... Melantius is as falfe as bold . The Crown we hazard , when at home we stay , And teach our Forces others to obey . Conduct of Armies is a Prince's Art ; And when a Subject acts that Royal Part , As As he in Glory rifes , we grow less ...
... Melantius is as falfe as bold . The Crown we hazard , when at home we stay , And teach our Forces others to obey . Conduct of Armies is a Prince's Art ; And when a Subject acts that Royal Part , As As he in Glory rifes , we grow less ...
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Poems, &c. Written Upon Several Occasions, and to Several Persons Edmund Waller Полный просмотр - 1722 |
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 122 - Through every land that near the ocean lies, Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news To all that piracy and rapine use.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...