A Collection Of Poems By John Whaley |
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Verses wrote in the same Summer-House, as belonging to Capt. NELLY. |
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Verses wrote in the same Summer-House, as belonging to Capt. NELLY.
Gods! who'd e're tempt the stormy Main,
That thus retir'd cou'd Live in Ease?
Who'd scorch beneath the Line for Gain,
And quit the verdure of these Trees?
That thus retir'd cou'd Live in Ease?
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And quit the verdure of these Trees?
What weightiest Ingots e'er can pay,
The absence of that curling Vine?
What sparkling Diamond's brightest Ray,
Yon pearly Dew-Drop can out-shine?
The absence of that curling Vine?
What sparkling Diamond's brightest Ray,
Yon pearly Dew-Drop can out-shine?
Who'd stand the angry Light'nings Blaze,
Or the hoarse Thunder's Terrors bear,
That on those well rang'd Greens cou'd Gaze,
That yon Harmonious Birds cou'd hear?
Or the hoarse Thunder's Terrors bear,
That on those well rang'd Greens cou'd Gaze,
That yon Harmonious Birds cou'd hear?
These harmless Joys, these safe Delights,
The wretched anxious Miser flies;
While China's Wealth his Toil invites,
And India sparkles in his Eyes.
The wretched anxious Miser flies;
While China's Wealth his Toil invites,
And India sparkles in his Eyes.
Far nobler views good NELLY move,
Himself of Happiness secure,
He still o'er stormy Seas can rove,
And the Sun's fiercest Heats endure:
Himself of Happiness secure,
He still o'er stormy Seas can rove,
And the Sun's fiercest Heats endure:
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While for his Son are all his Cares,
For him alone he quits his Rest;
The Boon of Heav'n to his Pray'rs,
The dear effect of Wedlock blest.
For him alone he quits his Rest;
The Boon of Heav'n to his Pray'rs,
The dear effect of Wedlock blest.
This only is his great Design,
That from the Wealth his Labours raise,
Plenty with Learning may combine,
To bless his Offsprings future Days.
That from the Wealth his Labours raise,
Plenty with Learning may combine,
To bless his Offsprings future Days.
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