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... look than this propitious Queen . Such guard , and comfort , the diftreffed find From her large power , and from her larger mind , That whom ill fate would ruin , it prefers ; For all the miferable are made her's . So the fair tree ...
... look than this propitious Queen . Such guard , and comfort , the diftreffed find From her large power , and from her larger mind , That whom ill fate would ruin , it prefers ; For all the miferable are made her's . So the fair tree ...
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... field ? So thall thy rebel wit become her prize . Should thy Iambics fwell into a book , All were confuted with one radiant look . D 4 Heaven Heaven he oblig'd that plac'd her in the skies ; THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE , & c . 39.
... field ? So thall thy rebel wit become her prize . Should thy Iambics fwell into a book , All were confuted with one radiant look . D 4 Heaven Heaven he oblig'd that plac'd her in the skies ; THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE , & c . 39.
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... look upon this Parthian fight Of Love , ftill flying , or in chafse , Never encountering face to face ; No more to Love we'll facrifice , But to the beft of Deities : And let our hearts , which Love disjoin'd , By his kind mother be ...
... look upon this Parthian fight Of Love , ftill flying , or in chafse , Never encountering face to face ; No more to Love we'll facrifice , But to the beft of Deities : And let our hearts , which Love disjoin'd , By his kind mother be ...
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... looks Would fix your beams , and make it ever day , Did not the rolling earth fnatch her away . On my Lady DOROTHY SIDNEY'S Picture . UCH was Philoclea , and fuch † Dorus ' flame ; SUC The matchless Sidney , that immortal frame Of ...
... looks Would fix your beams , and make it ever day , Did not the rolling earth fnatch her away . On my Lady DOROTHY SIDNEY'S Picture . UCH was Philoclea , and fuch † Dorus ' flame ; SUC The matchless Sidney , that immortal frame Of ...
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... look This foftnefs from thy finger took . Strange ! that thy hand should not inspire The beauty only , but the fire : Not the form alone , and grace , But act , and power , of a face . May'st thou yet thyself as well , As all the world ...
... look This foftnefs from thy finger took . Strange ! that thy hand should not inspire The beauty only , but the fire : Not the form alone , and grace , But act , and power , of a face . May'st thou yet thyself as well , As all the world ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.