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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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OF THE LADY MARY, &c.

As once the lion honey gave,
Out of the strong such sweetness came;
A royal hero, no less brave,
Produced this sweet, this lovely dame.
To her the prince, that did oppose
Such mighty armies in the field,
And Holland from prevailing foes
Could so well free, himself does yield.
Not Belgia's fleet (his high command)
Which triumphs where the sun does rise,
Nor all the force he leads by land,
Could guard him from her conquering eyes.
Orange, with youth, experience has;
In action young, in council old;
Orange is, what Augustus was,
Brave, wary, provident, and bold.
On that fair tree which bears his name,
Blossoms and fruit at once are found;
In him we all admire the same,
His flowery youth with wisdom crowned!
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Empire and freedom reconciled
In Holland are by great Nassau;
Like those he sprung from, just and mild,
To willing people he gives law.
Thrice happy pair! so near allied
In royal blood, and virtue too!
Now love has you together tied,
May none this triple knot undo!
The church shall be the happy place
Where streams, which from the same source run,
Though divers lands awhile they grace,
Unite again, and are made one.
A thousand thanks the nation owes
To him that does protect us all;
For while he thus his niece bestows,
About our isle he builds a wall;
A wall! like that which Athens had,
By the oracle's advice, of wood;
Had theirs been such as Charles has made,
That mighty state till now had stood.
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