 half a yard round the waift.* In fpeaking thefe words, he put his handkerchief about her waift ; after which he tied it round his head, repeating thefe lines of Mr. Waller's— ' That which her flender waift confin'd ' Shall now my joyful temples bind;...  The Novelist's Magazine - Page 261784Full view - About this book
 | Eliza Fowler Haywood - English fiction - 1751 - 308 pages
...furveying her, as it were, from head to foot, " how exquifitely turned!—how taper!— " how (lender! — I don't believe you " meafure half a yard round the...repeating thefe lines of mr. Waller's: " That which her (lender waift confin'd " Shall now my joyful temples bind j " No monarch but would give his " crown,... | |
 | Eliza Fowler Haywood - 1768 - 352 pages
...flender!—I don't believe «« you meafure half a yard round the " vvaift." In fpeaking thefe worda heput his handkerchief about her waift, after which he tied it round his head, repeating thcfe lines of Mr. Waller's ; « f That which her flender waift cor.fin'd ; " Shall now my joyful temples... | |
 | Edmund Waller - English poetry - 1768 - 366 pages
...And innocently at your white breaft throw A dart as white, a ball of new-fall'n fnow. On a GIRDLE. THAT which her flender waift confin'd, Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown, His arn:s might do what this has done. It was my heav'ns extremeft fphere,... | |
 | Edmund Waller, Percival Stockdale - 1772 - 330 pages
...And innocently at your white breaft throw A dart as white, a ball of new-fall'n fnow. On'a GIRDLE. THAT which her flender waift 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 heav'ns extremeft fphere,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779 - 300 pages
...And innocently at your white breaft throw A dsrt as white, a ball of new-fall'n fnow. ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her flender waift 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 extremeft fpher.e,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779 - 348 pages
...And innocently at your white breaft throw A dart as white, a ball of new-fall'n fnow. ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her flender waift 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 extremeft fphere,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1785 - 568 pages
...ennoble love ; Are fo choicely match'da pair, Or with more confent do move. On a GIRDLE. By the fame. THAT which her flender waift 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 heav'n's extremeft fphere,... | |
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