The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fire ! Cold intereft melts before the vivid flame , And patriot ardours , but with life , expire ! ELEGY III . On the untimely death of a certain learned acquaintance . IF proud Pygmalion quit his cumbrous frame , Funereal pomp the ...
... fire ! Cold intereft melts before the vivid flame , And patriot ardours , but with life , expire ! ELEGY III . On the untimely death of a certain learned acquaintance . IF proud Pygmalion quit his cumbrous frame , Funereal pomp the ...
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... fire , Shot'ft blazing forth ; difdaining dull degrees ; Should I to wealth , to fame , to power afpire , Muft I not pafs more rugged paths than these ? Muft I not groan beneath a guilty load , Praise him I fcorn , and him I love betray ...
... fire , Shot'ft blazing forth ; difdaining dull degrees ; Should I to wealth , to fame , to power afpire , Muft I not pafs more rugged paths than these ? Muft I not groan beneath a guilty load , Praise him I fcorn , and him I love betray ...
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... fire the poet's pride , I trim'd my lamp , confum'd the midnight oil- But foon the paths of health and fame divide ! Oft too I pray'd , ' twas nature form'd the prayer , To grace my native scenes , my rural home ; To fee my trees ...
... fire the poet's pride , I trim'd my lamp , confum'd the midnight oil- But foon the paths of health and fame divide ! Oft too I pray'd , ' twas nature form'd the prayer , To grace my native scenes , my rural home ; To fee my trees ...
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... fires my ftrain with hope of brighter days . I flept not long beneath yon , rural bowers ; And lo ! my crook with flowers adorn'd I fee : Has gentle Delia bound my crook with flowers , And need I , Florio , name my hopes to thee ? ELE ...
... fires my ftrain with hope of brighter days . I flept not long beneath yon , rural bowers ; And lo ! my crook with flowers adorn'd I fee : Has gentle Delia bound my crook with flowers , And need I , Florio , name my hopes to thee ? ELE ...
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... noxious vapour clogs the poifon'd sky ; Blafts the fair crop - the fire is drown'd in tears , And , fcarce furviving , fees his Cynthio die ! The Penns of Harborough . O'er O'er the pale corfe we faw him gently bend ; SHENSTONE'S POEMS .
... noxious vapour clogs the poifon'd sky ; Blafts the fair crop - the fire is drown'd in tears , And , fcarce furviving , fees his Cynthio die ! The Penns of Harborough . O'er O'er the pale corfe we faw him gently bend ; SHENSTONE'S POEMS .
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bard beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bower breaſt charms chearful crown'd Damon dear defire Delia diftant diſplay e'er elegy ev'n facred faid fair falute fame fancy fate fcenes fcorn fecure feem feen fhade fhall fhepherd fhew fhines fhore fhould fhun figh fing flame flowers fmiles focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foothe foul fpring ftill ftream fuch fure furvey fwain fweet fwell gentle grace grove inſpire lefs lov'd lyre maid mind moffy mournful Mufe muft Muſe muſt Naiad native ne'er nymph o'er paffion peace penfive plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride raiſe reafon reign rife rills rofe rural ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſtrain ſweets taſte tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toils train Twas vale virtue ween whofe WILLIAM SHENSTONE youth
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Страница 148 - I have found out a gift for my fair ; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed ; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed : For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Страница 147 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Страница 278 - And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue ; And plantain ribb'd, that heals the reaper's wound ; And marjoram sweet, in shepherd's posie found ; And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom Shall be erewhile in arid bundles bound, To lurk amid the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean with mickle rare perfume.
Страница 149 - She is ev'ry way pleafing to me. 0 you that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays ; 1 could lay down my life for the fwain, That will fing but a fong in her praife.
Страница 277 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Страница 151 - I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove ; She was fair — and my passion begun ; She smiled — and I could not but love ; She is faithless — and I am undone.
Страница 145 - I priz'd every hour that went by, Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But now they are past, and I sigh ; And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.
Страница 13 - The glim'ring twilight and the doubtful dawn Shall fee your ftep to thefe fad fcenes return : Conftant, as cryftal dews impearl the lawn, Shall STREPHON'S tear bedew OPHELIA'S urn ! Sure nought unhallow'd mall prefume to ftray Where fleep the reliques of that virtuous maid : Nor aught unlovely bend its devious way, Where foft OPHELIA'S dear remains are laid.
Страница 281 - But, ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace, Or what device his loud laments explain...
Страница 278 - Fresh baum, and marygold of cheerful hue : The lowly gill, that never dares to climb ; And more I fain would sing, disdaining here to rhyme.