The Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John DenhamJ. Nichol, 1857 - 329 pages |
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... blood of Hampden or Cromwell in his veins , and cease to wonder why two high - spirited ladies of rank should have spurned the homage of a poetic poltroon , whom instinctively they seem to have known to be such , even before he proved ...
... blood of Hampden or Cromwell in his veins , and cease to wonder why two high - spirited ladies of rank should have spurned the homage of a poetic poltroon , whom instinctively they seem to have known to be such , even before he proved ...
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... blood would no longer run . " On this the poet quietly re- peated a passage from Virgil , and returned to Beaconsfield to die . Having received the sacrament , and shared it with his children , and expressed his faith in Christianity ...
... blood would no longer run . " On this the poet quietly re- peated a passage from Virgil , and returned to Beaconsfield to die . Having received the sacrament , and shared it with his children , and expressed his faith in Christianity ...
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... blood , And in high grace with Gloriana1 stood ; Her bounty , sweetness , beauty , goodness , such , That none e'er thought her happiness too much ; So well - inclined her favours to confer , And kind to all , as Heaven had been to her ...
... blood , And in high grace with Gloriana1 stood ; Her bounty , sweetness , beauty , goodness , such , That none e'er thought her happiness too much ; So well - inclined her favours to confer , And kind to all , as Heaven had been to her ...
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... blood is nobler than his ink ! 1 20 90 AT PENSHURST . HAD Dorothea lived when mortals made Choice of their deities , this sacred shade Had held an altar to her power , that gave The peace and glory which these alleys have ; Embroider'd ...
... blood is nobler than his ink ! 1 20 90 AT PENSHURST . HAD Dorothea lived when mortals made Choice of their deities , this sacred shade Had held an altar to her power , that gave The peace and glory which these alleys have ; Embroider'd ...
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... Blood flows in rivers from her wounded side , As if they would prevent the tardy tide , And raise the flood to that propitious height , As might convey her from this fatal strait . She swims in blood , and blood does spouting throw To ...
... Blood flows in rivers from her wounded side , As if they would prevent the tardy tide , And raise the flood to that propitious height , As might convey her from this fatal strait . She swims in blood , and blood does spouting throw To ...
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Amoret Androgeus arms beauty behold bless'd blood bold bounty brave breast bright Charles Chloris clouds command COUNTESS OF CARLISLE Countess of Devonshire courage court crown'd dame death delight divine doth Dr Johnson earth EDMUND WALLER eyes fair fame fate fear fierce fire flame foes force friends give Gloriana glory gods grace grief hand happy haste hath heart heaven honour hope immortal Jove king LADY light live Lord Lucretius Maid's Tragedy matchless mighty mind mortal Muse Nature never noble nobler numbers nymph o'er once oppress'd passion peace Phoebus pleasure poem poetical poets praise Priam pride princes Pyrrhus Queen rage royal rude Saccharissa sacred shine sing song soul sweet sword taught tears tempest thee Theseus Thetis thine things thou thought THYRSIS trembling Troy Twas verse vex'd virtue Waller wind wise wonder wound youth
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Page 210 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 163 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 220 - What barbarous invader sack'd the land ! But when he hears no Goth, no Turk, did bring This desolation, but a Christian king ; When nothing but the name of zeal appears 'Twixt our best actions and the worst of theirs ; What does he think our sacrilege would spare, When such th...
Page 220 - Thames ! the most lov'd of all the Ocean's sons By his old sire, to his embraces runs, Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, Like mortal life to meet eternity...
Page 213 - Horace his wit and Virgil's state He did not steal, but emulate! And when he would like them appear, Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear.
Page 47 - 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 200 - 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 221 - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours : Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants ; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Page 219 - DO bound, but must advance So far, to make us wish for ignorance, And rather in the dark to grope our way Than, led by a false guide, to err by day...
Page 24 - 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 bowersr With loud complaints they answer me in showers.