Letters Supposed to Have Passed Between M. De St. Evremond and Mr. Waller: Now First Collected and Published. Carefully Corrected

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Page 124 - tis not unlike the same Which I thither ought to send, So that if it could take end, 'Twould to heaven itself be due, To succeed her, and not you, Who already have of me All that's not idolatry; Which, though not so fierce a flame, Is longer like to be the same.
Page 120 - ... 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 120 - Ye lofty beeches, tell this matchless dame, That if together ye fed all one flame, It could not equalise the hundredth part Of what her eyes have kindled in my heart!
Page 119 - The plants acknowledge this, and her admire, No less than those of old did Orpheus...
Page 123 - 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.
Page 116 - 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 117 - I fuffer not myfelf to lofe The memory of what augments my woes : But with my own breath ftill foment the fire, Which flames as high as fancy can afpire! This laft complaint th...
Page 183 - With the same sighs some happier fair adore ! Your alter'd faith I blame not, nor bewail — And haply yet, (what woman is not frail ?) Yet, haply, might I calmer minutes prove, If he that...
Page 19 - I now write to you from the Earl of Devonshire's, where I have been this fortnight past, paying my devotions to the Genius of Nature. Nothing' can be more romantic than this country except the region about Valois, and nothing can equal this place in beauty but the borders of the lake. " It was not, however, so much the desire of seeing natural curiosities that drew me hither : there is a certain moral curiosity under this roof which I have long wished to see, and my Lord Devonshire had the goodness...
Page 123 - Tis amazement more than love, Which her radiant eyes do move : If lefs fplendor wait on thine, Yet they fo benignly fhine, I would turn my dazzled fight To behold their milder light.

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