The Poetical Works of William Somervile; In Two Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions Volume 1-2

The Poetical Works of William Somervile; In Two Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions Volume 1-2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1808 edition. Excerpt: ...dukes and Spanish fleets '. Thus jarring elements unite, Pregnant with wrongs, and arm'd with spite; Successive mischiefs every hour On my devoted lead they pour. Whate'er I do, where'er I go, Tis still an endless scene of woe. 'Tis thus disconsolate I mourn, I faint, I die, till thy return; Till thy brisk wit and humorous vein Restore me to nyself again. Let others vainly seek for ease From Galen or Hippocrates, I scorn such na iseous aids as these: Haste then, my dear! unbrib'd attend; The best elixir is a friend. An invasion from Spain was then expected. ADDRESS TO HIS ELBOW-CHAIR, NEW-CLOTHED. My dear companion, and my faithful friend! If Orpheus taught the listening oaks to bend; If stones and rubbish, at Amphion's call, Danc'd into form, and built the Theban wall, Why should'st not thou attend my humble lays, And hear my grateful harp resound thy praise? True, thou art spruce and fine, a very beau; But what are trappings and external show? To real worth alone I make my court; Knaves are my scorn, and coxcombs are my sport. Once I beheld thee far less trim and gay, Ragged, disjointed, and to worms a prey; The safe retreat of every lurking mouse; Derided, shunn'd; the lumber of my house. Thy robe how chang'd from what it was before! Thy velvet robe, which pleas'd my sires of yore! 'Tis thus capricious fortune wheels us round; Aloft we mount--then tumble to the ground. Yet grateful then, my constancy I prov'd; I knew thy worth; my friends in rags I lov'd: I lov'd thee more; nor, like a courtier, spurn'd My benefactor when the tide wis turn'd. With conscious shame, yet frankly, I confess That in my youthful days--I lov'd thee less. Where vanity, where pleasure cill'd, I stray'd, And every wayward appetite obey'd; But sage experience taught me...show more

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  • Paperback | 92 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123664252X
  • 9781236642523