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... Self - banish'd . Song . Go , lovely Rofe ! & c . Thyrfis , Galatea . On the head of a Stag . To a Lady in retirement . The Mifer's Speech , in a Masque . Upon Ben Johnson . On Mr. John Fletcher's Plays . 79 ibid . 80 ibid . 81 82 84 85 ...
... Self - banish'd . Song . Go , lovely Rofe ! & c . Thyrfis , Galatea . On the head of a Stag . To a Lady in retirement . The Mifer's Speech , in a Masque . Upon Ben Johnson . On Mr. John Fletcher's Plays . 79 ibid . 80 ibid . 81 82 84 85 ...
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... self stray : Whose mild example feemed to engage Th ' obfequious feas , and teach them not to rage . The brave ÆMILIUS , his great charge laid down , ( The force of ROME , and fate of MACEDON ) In his loft fons did feel the cruel stroke ...
... self stray : Whose mild example feemed to engage Th ' obfequious feas , and teach them not to rage . The brave ÆMILIUS , his great charge laid down , ( The force of ROME , and fate of MACEDON ) In his loft fons did feel the cruel stroke ...
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... self discharges on our fees : And forrow too finds fome relief In tears , which wait upon our grief : So , ev'ry paffion , but fond love , Unto its own redress does move : But that alone the wretch inclines To what prevents his own ...
... self discharges on our fees : And forrow too finds fome relief In tears , which wait upon our grief : So , ev'ry paffion , but fond love , Unto its own redress does move : But that alone the wretch inclines To what prevents his own ...
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... self , and we fo much ! What art is this , that with fo little pains Transports us thus , and o'er our fpirits reigns ? The trembling ftrings about her fingers crowd , And tell their joy for ev'ry kifs aloud : Small force there needs to ...
... self , and we fo much ! What art is this , that with fo little pains Transports us thus , and o'er our fpirits reigns ? The trembling ftrings about her fingers crowd , And tell their joy for ev'ry kifs aloud : Small force there needs to ...
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... self , how far behind Already I behold the fhore ! May not a thousand dangers fleep In the smooth bofom of this Deep ? No : ' tis fo rocklefs , and fo clear , That the rich bottom does appear Pav'd all with precious things ; not torn ...
... self , how far behind Already I behold the fhore ! May not a thousand dangers fleep In the smooth bofom of this Deep ? No : ' tis fo rocklefs , and fo clear , That the rich bottom does appear Pav'd all with precious things ; not torn ...
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Æneid againſt antient beauty beſt bold breaſt cauſe death Decemviri defire DIPHILUS Duke dy'd Earl employ'd eyes facred fafe faid fair falute fame fate feems felf fent fhall fhew fhining fhips fifter fight fince fing firft firſt flain foes fome foon foul ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet grace greateſt hath heav'n himſelf Houſe Ibid Iliad iſland juft juftice King Lady laft laſt lefs leſs loft Lord Lucretius MAID'S TRAGEDY Majefty moft moſt muft Muſe muſt noble Nymph o'er occafion Ovid paffion Parliament perfon plac'd pleaſe pleaſure Poem Poets POMPEY pow'r praiſe prefent Prince Ptol Queen rage raiſe reaſon reft rife royal ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro tranflation uſe Venus verfes verſes vex'd virtue Waller whofe whoſe youth
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Page lxvi - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
Page 195 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er : So calm are we when passions are no more ! For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.
Page 64 - 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 195 - 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 xxiv - High as the Mother of the Gods in place, And proud, like her, of an immortal race. Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, With golden turrets on her temples crown'd; A hundred gods her sweeping train supply; Her offspring all, and all command the sky.
Page 32 - Phoebus' self might use ! Such is the chase when Love and Fancy leads, O'er craggy mountains, and through flowery meads; Invok'd to testify the lover's care, Or form some image of his cruel fair.
Page 276 - ... much declined by fair ladies, old age : may she live to be very old, and yet seem young, be told so by her glass, and have no aches to inform her of the truth : and when she shall appear to be mortal, may her Lord not mourn for her, but go hand in hand with her to that place where we are told there is neither marrying nor giving in marriage, that being there divorced we may all have an equal interest in her again.
Page 26 - Seems to have practised with much care, To frame the race of women fair; Yet never could a perfect birth Produce before to grace the earth, Which waxed old ere it could see Her that amazed thy art and thee.
Page 61 - Heav'n seem'd to frame And measure out this only dame. Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care ! Over whose heads those arrows fly Of sad distrust and jealousy ; Secured in as high extreme, As if the world held none but them.
Page 108 - 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.