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chat by the statutes laymen were excluded from died at Beaconsfield in October, 1687, the 83d year that provostship. This was thought the reason why of his age. He left several children by his second Waller joined the Duke of Buckingham, in his wife, of whom, the inheritor of his estate, Edmund, hostility against Clarendon.
after representing Agmondesham in parliament, On the accession of James JI., Waller, then in became a convert to Quakerism. his 80th year, was chosen representative for Salcash. Waller was one of the earliest poets, who obHaving now considerably passed the usual limit of tained reputation by the sweetness and sonorousness human life, he turned his thoughts to devotion, and of his strains; and there are perhaps few masters composed some divine poems, the usual task in at the present day who surpass him in this parwhich men of gaiety terminate their career. He ticular.
Unto that adored dame :
Then smile on me, and I will prove
Fair! that you may truly know,
Joy salutes me, when I set
If sweet Amoret complains,
All that of myself is mine,
If the soul had free election
If not a love, a strong desire
"Tis amazement more than love,
Amoret! as sweet and good
Sacharissa's beauty's wine,
Scarce can I to Heaven excuse
AMORET, the Milky Way,
Fram'd of many nameless stars!
He this drop to that prefers !
Tell me where thy strength does lie?
In thy soul, or in thy eye ?
Or thy grace in motion seen,
Yet thy waist is straight, and clean,
ANGER, in hasty words, or blows,
TO MY LORD PROTECTOR, Of the Present Greatness, and Joint Interest, of lies
Highness and this Nation.
WHILE with a strong, and yet a gentle, hand, You bridle faction, and our hearts command, Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe, Make us unite, and make us conquer too;
Let partial spirits, still aloud complain,
For women, born to be controllid,
All this with indignation spoke,
So the tall stag, upon the brink
Above the waves as Neptune show'd his faco,
Restor'd by you, is made a glorious state ; The seat of empire, where the Irish come, And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doora
The sea's our own: and now, all nations grect,
With bending sails, each vessel of our fleet: Your power extends as far as winds can blow, Or swelling sails upon the globe may go. Heaven (that hath plac'd this island to give law, To balance Europe, and her states to awe,)
In this conjunction doth on Britain smile, The greatest leader, and the greatest isle!
Whether this portion of the world were rent,
Hither th' oppressed shall henceforth resort, Justice to crave, and succor, at your court;
And then your highness, not for ours alone, But for the world's protector shall be known.
MARRIAGE OF THE DWARFS.
DESIGN or Chance make others wive,
Thrice happy is that humble pair,
To him the fairest nymphs do show
Ah! Chloris! that kind Nature thus
Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flies Through every land, that near the ocean lies; Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news To all that piracy and rapine use. With such a chief the meanest nation blest, Might hope to lift her head above the rest : What may be thought impossible to do By us, embraced by the sea and you ? Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we Whole forests send to reign upon the sea ; And every coast may trouble, or relieve : But none can visit us without your leave.
Angels and we have this prerogative,
Our little world, the image of the great,
Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, Of her own growth hath all that nature craves, And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves.
As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,
Your never failing sword made war to cease,
Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear,
To dig for wealth, we weary not our limbs;
To pardon, willing, and to punish, loth,
Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; When Fate or error had our age misled,
Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, One! whose extraction from an ancient line
The noblest rest secured in your blood.
When for more worlds the Macedonian cried,
Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace
He safely might old troops to battle lead, Your private life did a just pattern give, Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede, How fathers, husbands, pious sons, should live; Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field, Born to command, your princely virtues slept, More spoils than honor to the victor yield.
Like humble David's, while the flock he kept. A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, But when your troubled country callid you forth, The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold, Your flaming courage and your matchless worth, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,
Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend, Been from all ages kept for you to tame.
To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. Whom the old Roman wall, so ill confin'd, Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too, With a new chain of garrisons you bind :
Finds no distemper while 'tis changed by you; Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; Chang'd like the world's great scene! when withou Our English iron holds them fast at home.
The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys.
Run, with amazement we should read your story: Which in our senate hath allow'd them place.
But living virtue, all achievements past,
Meets envy still, to grapple with at last. Preferr'd by conquest, happily o’erthrown,
This Cæsar found ; and that ungrateful age, Falling they rise, to be with us made one :
With losing him, went back to blood and rage; So kind dictators made, when they came home,
Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke, Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
But cut the bond of union with that stroke. Like favor find the Irish, with like fate
That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars Advanc'd to be a portion of our state ;
Gave a dim light to violence and wars ; While by your valor, and your bounteous mind,
To such a tempest as now threatens all, Nations divided by the sea are join'd.
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall. Holland, to gain your friendship, is content If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword To be our out-guard on the continent:
Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord ; She from her fellow-provinces would go,
What hope had ours, while yet their power was new, Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
To rule victorious armies, but by you?
In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
You! that had taught them to subdue their foes,
So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane,
Verse, thus design'd, has no ill fate,
As the ver'd world, to find repose, at last
THE STORY OF
Then let the Muses, with such notes as these,
PHCBUS AND DAPHNE
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,
Fair Sacharissa loy'd, but lov'd in vain : Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run,
Like Phobus sung the no less amorous boy; And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won; How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did choke With numbers he the flying nymph pursues ;
Like Daphne she, as lovely, and as coy! Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke.
With numbers, such as Phæbus' self might use!
Such is the chase, when Love and Fancy leads, Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,
O'er craggy mountains, and through flowery meads ; And every conqueror creates a Muse:
Invok'd to testify the lover's care, Here in low strains your milder deeds we sing :
Or form some image of his cruel fair. But there, my lord! we'll bays and olive bring
Urg'd with his fury, like a wounded deer,
O'er these he fled ; and now, approaching near, To crown your head, while you in triumph ride
Had reach'd the nymph with his harmonious lay, O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside ;
Whom all his charms could not incline to stay.
Though unsuccessful, was not sung în vain :
He catch'd at love, and fill'd his arms with bays.
Go, lovely Rose!
Tell her, that wastes her time and me, But who can hope his line should long
That now she knows, Last, in a daily-changing tongue?
When I resemble her to thee, While they are new, envy prevails;
How sweet, and fair, she seems to be. And as that dies, our language fails.
Tell her that's young, When architects have done their part,
And shuns to have her graces spied, The matter may betray their art:
That hadst thou sprung Time, if we use ill-chosen stone,
In deserts, where no men abide, Soon brings a well-built palace down.
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty, from the light retir'd:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desir'd,
And not blush so to be admir'd.
Then die! that she
The common fate of all things rare And yet he did not sing in vain.
May read in thee :
How small a part of time they share,
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Phyllis! why should we delay And all an English pen can hope ;
Pleasures shorter than the day? To make the fair approve his flame,
Could we (which we never can!) That can so far extend their fame.
Stretch our lives beyond their span,
Beauty like a shadow flies,
Phyllis ! to this truth we owe
Nor all appear, among those few,
ON A GIRDLE. That, which her slender waist confin'd, 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!