The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... leaves his drooping friends , Pageant nor plume distinguish Alcon's bier ; The faithful Muse with votive song attends , And blots the mournful numbers with a tear . He He little knew the fly penurious art ; That odious 16 SHENSTONE'S POEMS ...
... leaves his drooping friends , Pageant nor plume distinguish Alcon's bier ; The faithful Muse with votive song attends , And blots the mournful numbers with a tear . He He little knew the fly penurious art ; That odious 16 SHENSTONE'S POEMS ...
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... leave my diftant home , Which oaks embofom , and which hills defend . Beneath that home I fcorn the wintry wind ; The spring , to shade me , robes her fairest tree ; And if a friend my grass - grown threshold find , O how my lonely cot ...
... leave my diftant home , Which oaks embofom , and which hills defend . Beneath that home I fcorn the wintry wind ; The spring , to shade me , robes her fairest tree ; And if a friend my grass - grown threshold find , O how my lonely cot ...
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... leaves me no unshaken friend , Shall I not weep that e'er I left the meads , Which oaks embofom , and which hills defend ? Oh ! if these ills the price of power advance , Check not my speed where focial joys invite ! The troubled vision ...
... leaves me no unshaken friend , Shall I not weep that e'er I left the meads , Which oaks embofom , and which hills defend ? Oh ! if these ills the price of power advance , Check not my speed where focial joys invite ! The troubled vision ...
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... leave the rising wall : Check the fond love of art that fir'd my veins , " And my warm hopes , in full purfuit , recall . Defcend , ye ftorms ! destroy my rifing pile ; Loos'd be the whirlwind's unremitting fway ; Contented I , although ...
... leave the rising wall : Check the fond love of art that fir'd my veins , " And my warm hopes , in full purfuit , recall . Defcend , ye ftorms ! destroy my rifing pile ; Loos'd be the whirlwind's unremitting fway ; Contented I , although ...
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... leave thy friend amid the boisterous throng , Ere death divide us , and we part no more ? For oh ! pale ficknefs warns thy friend away ; For me no more the vernal rofes bloom ! I fee ftern fate his ebon wand display ; And point the ...
... leave thy friend amid the boisterous throng , Ere death divide us , and we part no more ? For oh ! pale ficknefs warns thy friend away ; For me no more the vernal rofes bloom ! I fee ftern fate his ebon wand display ; And point the ...
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Страница 151 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Страница 154 - I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity was due to a dove, That it ever attended the bold ; And she call'd it the sister of love. But her words such a pleasure convey, So much I her accents adore, Let her speak, and whatever she say, Methinks, I should love her the more.
Страница 156 - Tis his with mock passion to glow, Tis his in smooth tales to unfold, " How her face is as bright as the snow, And her bosom, be sure, is as cold. How the nightingales labour the strain, With the notes of his charmer to vie; How they vary their accents in vain, Repine at her triumphs, and die.
Страница 153 - 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...
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Страница 152 - But a sweet-brier 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.