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The Poems of Edmund Waller

Edited by G. Thorn Drury
Waller, Edmund (1606-1687)

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OF THE DANGER HIS MAJESTY [BEING PRINCE] ESCAPED IN THE ROAD AT SAINT ANDREWS.
  
TO THE QUEEN,
  
OF HIS MAJESTY'S RECEIVING THE NEWS OF THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM'S DEATH.
  
OF SALLE.
  
TO THE KING, ON HIS NAVY.
  
UPON HIS MAJESTY'S REPAIRING OF PAUL'S.
  
TO MR. HENRY LAWES,
  
THE COUNTRY TO MY LADY OF CARLISLE.
  
THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE IN MOURNING.
  
IN ANSWER TO ONE WHO WRIT AGAINST A FAIR LADY.
  
OF HER CHAMBER.
  
TO PHYLLIS.
  
TO MR. GEORGE SANDYS,
  
UPON BEN JONSON.
  
TO MY LORD NORTHUMBERLAND,
  
TO MY LORD ADMIRAL,
  
TO THE QUEEN MOTHER OF FRANCE, UPON HER LANDING.
  
UPON THE DEATH OF MY LADY RICH.
  
THYRSIS, GALATEA.
  
ON MY LADY DOROTHY SIDNEY'S PICTURE.
  
TO VANDYCK.
  
AT PENSHURST.
  
TO MY LORD OF LEICESTER.
  
OF THE LADY WHO CAN SLEEP WHEN SHE PLEASES.
  
OF THE MISREPORT OF HER BEING PAINTED.
  
OF HER PASSING THROUGH A CROWD OF PEOPLE.
  
THE STORY OF PHŒBUS AND DAPHNE, APPLIED.
  
SONG.
  
TO THE SERVANT OF A FAIR LADY.
  
TO A VERY YOUNG LADY.
  
TO AMORET.
  
ON THE FRIENDSHIP BETWIXT TWO LADIES.
  
ON HER COMING TO LONDON.
  
AT PENSHURST.
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THE BATTLE OF THE SUMMER ISLANDS.
  
WHEN HE WAS AT SEA.
  
TO MY LORD OF FALKLAND.
  
OF THE QUEEN.
  
THE APOLOGY OF SLEEP,
  
PUERPERIUM.
  
TO AMORET.
  
TO PHYLLIS.
  
À LA MALADE.
  
OF LOVE.
  
FOR DRINKING OF HEALTHS.
  
OF MY LADY ISABELLA,
  
OF MRS. ARDEN.
  
OF THE MARRIAGE OF THE DWARFS.
  
LOVE'S FAREWELL.
  
FROM A CHILD.
  
ON A GIRDLE.
  
THE FALL.
  
OF SYLVIA.
  
THE BUD.
  
ON THE DISCOVERY OF A LADY'S PAINTING.
  
OF LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT.
  
THE SELF-BANISHED.
  
TO A FRIEND,
  
TO ZELINDA.
  
TO A LADY SINGING A SONG OF HIS COMPOSING.
  
TO THE MUTABLE FAIR.
  
TO A LADY, FROM WHOM HE RECEIVED A SILVER PEN.
  
ON THE HEAD OF A STAG.
  
THE MISER'S SPEECH.
  
TO CHLORIS.
  
TO A LADY IN A GARDEN.
  
CHLORIS AND HYLAS.
  
IN ANSWER OF SIR JOHN SUCKLING'S VERSES.
  
AN APOLOGY FOR HAVING LOVED BEFORE.
  
ON A BREDE OF DIVERS COLOURS,
  
TO CHLORIS.
  
SONG.
  
SONG.
  
TO FLAVIA.
  
BEHOLD THE BRAND OF BEAUTY TOSSED!
  
WHILE I LISTEN TO THY VOICE.
  
GO, LOVELY ROSE!
  
UNDER A LADY'S PICTURE.
  
WRITTEN IN MY LADY SPEKE'S SINGING-BOOK.
  
OF A LADY WHO WRIT IN PRAISE OF MIRA.
  
TO ONE MARRIED TO AN OLD MAN.
  
AN EPIGRAM ON A PAINTED LADY WITH ILL TEETH.
  
ON MR. JOHN FLETCHER'S PLAYS.
  
VERSES TO DR. GEORGE ROGERS,
  
TO MY LADY MORTON, ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY, 1650.
  
TO SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT,
  
A PANEGYRIC TO MY LORD PROTECTOR,
  
TO MY WORTHY FRIEND, MR. WASE.
  
TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, MASTER EVELYN,
  
OF A WAR WITH SPAIN, AND A FIGHT AT SEA.
  
TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, SIR THOS. HIGGONS,
  
PART OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF VIRGIL, TRANSLATED.
  
UPON THE LATE STORM, AND OF THE DEATH OF HIS HIGHNESS ENSUING THE SAME.
  
TO THE KING,
  
ON ST. JAMES'S PARK,
  
TO THE QUEEN, UPON HER MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY,
  
TO A FAIR LADY, PLAYING WITH A SNAKE.
  
INSTRUCTIONS TO A PAINTER,
  
TO THE KING.
  
UPON HER MAJESTY'S NEW BUILDINGS AT SOMERSET HOUSE
  
EPITAPH TO BE WRITTEN UNDER THE LATIN INSCRIPTION UPON THE TOMB OF THE ONLY SON OF THE LORD ANDOVER.
  
TO MR. KILLIGREW,
  
EPIGRAM UPON THE GOLDEN MEDAL.
  
THE NIGHT-PIECE;
  
ON THE PICTURE OF A FAIR YOUTH,
  
OF A TREE CUT IN PAPER.
  
TO A LADY, FROM WHOM HE RECEIVED THE FOREGOING COPY WHICH FOR MANY YEARS HAD BEEN LOST.
  
OF ENGLISH VERSE.
  
TO THE DUCHESS,
  
TO THE DUCHESS OF ORLEANS,
  
TO A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR,
  
OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, MOTHER TO THE PRINCE OF ORANGE;
  
ON THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES I.
  
EPITAPH ON COLONEL CHARLES CAVENDISH.
  
THE TRIPLE COMBAT.
  
UPON OUR LATE LOSS OF THE DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE.
  
OF THE LADY MARY, &c.
  
TO THE PRINCE OF ORANGE, 1677.
  
ON THE DUKE OF MONMOUTH'S EXPEDITION
  
UPON THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON'S TRANSLATION OF HORACE,
  
THESE VERSES WERE WRIT IN THE TASSO OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS.
  
OF AN ELEGY MADE BY MRS. WHARTON ON THE EARL OF ROCHESTER.
  
TO MR. CREECH, ON HIS TRANSLATION OF “LUCRETIUS.”
  
SUNG BY MRS. KNIGHT, TO HER MAJESTY, ON HER BIRTHDAY.
  
WRITTEN ON A CARD THAT HER MAJESTY TORE AT OMBRE.
  
TRANSLATED OUT OF SPANISH.
  
OF HER MAJESTY, ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY, 1683.
  
OF TEA, COMMENDED BY HER MAJESTY.
  
PROLOGUE FOR THE LADY-ACTORS:
  
PROLOGUE TO THE “MAID'S TRAGEDY.”
  
EPILOGUE TO THE “MAID'S TRAGEDY.”
  
EPILOGUE TO THE “MAID'S TRAGEDY.”
  
OF THE INVASION AND DEFEAT OF THE TURKS, IN THE YEAR 1683.
  
A PRESAGE OF THE RUIN OF THE TURKISH EMPIRE.
  
TO HIS MAJESTY,
  
EPITAPH ON SIR GEORGE SPEKE.
  
EPITAPH ON HENRY DUNCH, ESQ.,
  
SONG.
  
TO MR. GRANVILLE (NOW LORD LANSDOWNE),
  
LONG AND SHORT LIFE.
  
TRANSLATED OUT OF FRENCH.
  
SOME VERSES OF AN IMPERFECT COPY, DESIGNED FOR A FRIEND, ON HIS TRANSLATION OF OVID'S “FASTI.”
  
PRIDE.
  
EPITAPH ON THE LADY SEDLEY.
  
EPITAPH UNFINISHED.
  
UPON A LADY'S FISHING WITH AN ANGLE.
  
ON MRS. HIGGONS.
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DIVINE POEMS.

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ON MR. JOHN FLETCHER'S PLAYS.

Fletcher! to thee we do not only owe
All these good plays, but those of others too;
Thy wit repeated does support the stage,
Credits the last, and entertains this age.
No worthies, formed by any Muse but thine,
Could purchase robes to make themselves so fine.
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What brave commander is not proud to see
Thy brave Melantius in his gallantry?
Our greatest ladies love to see their scorn
Outdone by thine, in what themselves have worn;
The impatient widow, ere the year be done,
Sees thy Aspasia weeping in her gown.
I never yet the tragic strain essayed,
Deterred by that inimitable Maid;
And when I venture at the comic style,
Thy Scornful Lady seems to mock my toil.
Thus has thy Muse at once improved and marred
Our sport in plays, by rendering it too hard!
So when a sort of lusty shepherds throw
The bar by turns, and none the rest outgo
So far, but that the best are measuring casts,
Their emulation and their pastime lasts;
But if some brawny yeoman of the guard
Step in, and toss the axletree a yard,
Or more, beyond the furthest mark, the rest
Despairing stand, their sport is at the best.
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