Letters Supposed to Have Passed Between M. de St. Evremond and Mr. Waller, Volume 1P. and W. Wilson, 1769 - 203 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 17
Page 9
... cafion . The KING . Rochefler , thou art the happiest Fellow in my Dominions Let me perish , if I do not envy . thee thy Impudence ! It is in fome fuch Strain of Conversation gene- rally A : 5 It LETTER I .. ROCHESTER. ...
... cafion . The KING . Rochefler , thou art the happiest Fellow in my Dominions Let me perish , if I do not envy . thee thy Impudence ! It is in fome fuch Strain of Conversation gene- rally A : 5 It LETTER I .. ROCHESTER. ...
Page 39
... thee ? Vane Sembianze ! Imagini del Dì , guaste e corrotte Da l'ombre de la notte ! Citizen of the World ! Shall Dreams delude thee ? What elfe is this Attachment to France ? Vain and irrational as the Defires of capricious Infancy ...
... thee ? Vane Sembianze ! Imagini del Dì , guaste e corrotte Da l'ombre de la notte ! Citizen of the World ! Shall Dreams delude thee ? What elfe is this Attachment to France ? Vain and irrational as the Defires of capricious Infancy ...
Page 43
... thee ? thou Friend of many Colours , but beloved and admired in all ! Shall I endeavour to imitate thy Indifference , thy happy Flexibility , thy undiffipated Diffi- pation ? Teach me , dear Waller , like thee , to fail down the Current ...
... thee ? thou Friend of many Colours , but beloved and admired in all ! Shall I endeavour to imitate thy Indifference , thy happy Flexibility , thy undiffipated Diffi- pation ? Teach me , dear Waller , like thee , to fail down the Current ...
Page 64
... Thee . Thine were Paths beftrew'd with Flowers , Golden Suns , and finiling Hours ; When thy conftant Feet would ftray ́Along the Love - enchanted Way ; Led by her , that in thy Heart No Nymph has left an equal Part . When each Joy thy ...
... Thee . Thine were Paths beftrew'd with Flowers , Golden Suns , and finiling Hours ; When thy conftant Feet would ftray ́Along the Love - enchanted Way ; Led by her , that in thy Heart No Nymph has left an equal Part . When each Joy thy ...
Page 65
... thee ? Tell her that her Arts are vain , Waller is himself again . Nature had undoubtedly very wife Ends in rendering that beautiful Creature fo very imper- fe & t , and so deficient in all but perfonal Accom- plishments . Had the ...
... thee ? Tell her that her Arts are vain , Waller is himself again . Nature had undoubtedly very wife Ends in rendering that beautiful Creature fo very imper- fe & t , and so deficient in all but perfonal Accom- plishments . Had the ...
Other editions - View all
Letters Supposed to Have Passed Between M. de St. Evremond and Mr. Waller ... John Langhorne No preview available - 2018 |
Common terms and phrases
abfurd Amuſement Beauty becauſe beſt bien Bishop of Salisbury Breaſt Catullus Charms Confequence Connétable Defire Dieu Duchefs eaſy EVREMOND to WALLER Exercife Exiſtence Expreffion faid fair fait fame Fancy feems fhall firſt Flowers fmile fome fomething foothing Friend Friendſhip ftand ftill fuch fuffer fuppofed fure Genius give greateſt Happineſs Heart himſelf Hobbs Honour Idea Indulgence infpire Intereft itſelf KING laft laſt le monde leaft leaſt lefs LETTER LETTER lofe Lofs loft Love Madame Majefty maux Mazarin ment Miſtreſs moft monde moſt muft muſt myſelf Nature neceffary never Object occafioned ourſelves paffed Paffion Paftoral Perfon Philofopher pleaſe Pleaſure poffible Power Prefervation preſent Purfuit Purpoſe purſue qu'il Reaſon Refpe&t Reſpect ROCHESTER Senfe ſhall ſhe ſhould Sifter Sir THOMAS Soul ſtill ſuppoſe thee thefe Theocritus theſe thing thofe thoſe tion tout uſed Virtue WALLER to ST Weakneſs whofe whoſe World yourſelf
Popular passages
Page 128 - 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...
Page 129 - This last complaint the indulgent ears did pierce Of just Apollo, president of verse ; Highly concerned that the Muse should...
Page 135 - tis not unlike the fame, Which I thither ought to fend. So that if it could take end, 'Twould to...
Page 131 - Ye lofty beeches, tell this matchless dame, That if together ye fed all one flame, It could not equalize the hundredth part Of what her eyes have kindled in my heart...
Page 134 - Tis amazement more than love, Which her radiant eyes do move : If less splendour wait on thine, Yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazzled sight To behold their milder light. But as hard 'tis to destroy...
Page 131 - 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...
Page 185 - Lord of my life, my future cares are thine, My love, my duty greet thy holy shrine : No more my heart to vainer hopes I give, But live for thee, whose bounty bids me live.
Page 128 - WHILE in this 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!
Page 132 - ... together ye fed all one flame, It could not equalize the hundredth part Of what her eyes have kindled in my heart ! Go, boy, and carve this passion on the bark " Of yonder tree, which stands the sacred mark Of noble Sidney's birth ; when such benign, Such more than mortal-making stars did shine, That there they cannot but for ever prove The monument and pledge of humble love ; His humble love whose hope shall ne'er rise higher, Than for a pardon that he dares admire.
Page 135 - Amoret! as sweet and good As the most delicious food, Which, but tasted, does impart Life and gladness to the heart; Sacharissa's beauty's wine, Which to madness doth incline, Such a liquor, as no brain That is mortal can sustain.