Select Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Two Volumes, Band 1

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W. Bowyer and J. Nichols, 1772
 

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Seite 215 - Ah ! wanton foe, dost thou upbraid The ills which thou thyself hast made ? When in the cradle innocent I lay, Thou, wicked spirit, stolest me away, And my abused soul didst bear Into thy new-found worlds, I know not where...
Seite 218 - His long misfortunes' fatal end ; " How cheerfully, and how exempt from fear, " On the Great Sovereign's will he did depend ; " I ought to be accurst, if I refuse " To wait on his, O thou fallacious Muse ! " Kings have long hands, they say; and, though I be " So distant, they may reach at length to me. " However, of all princes, thou...
Seite 116 - By friendship giv'n of old to fame. None but his brethren he, and sisters knew, Whom the kind youth preferr'd to me ; And ev'n in that we did agree, For much above myself I lov'd them too. Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights, How oft unwearied have we spent the nights?
Seite 139 - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup.
Seite 153 - Wisdom itself they should not hear, When it presumes to be severe : Beauty alone they should admire, Nor look at Fortune's vain attire, Nor ask what parents it can shew ; With dead or old 't has nought to do.
Seite 157 - Another Mary then arose, And did rigorous laws impose ; A mighty tyrant she ! Long, alas ! should I have been Under that iron-sceptred queen, Had not Rebecca set me free.
Seite 149 - To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know! But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal!) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Seite 116 - Nor shall I know hereafter what to do If once my griefs prove tedious too. Silent and sad I walk about all day, As sullen ghosts stalk speechless by Where their hid treasures lie; Alas! my treasure's gone, why do I stay? He was my friend, the truest friend on earth; A strong and mighty influence joined our birth.
Seite 180 - Th' emboldened snow next to the flame does sleep. And if we weigh, like thee, Nature, and causes, we shall see That thus it needs must be : To things immortal time can do no wrong, And that which never is to die, for ever must be young.
Seite 115 - Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever, and my life to moan ? O thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body, when death's agony Besieged around thy noble heart, Did not with more reluctance part Than I, my dearest friend, do part from thee.

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