The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... vale , Superfluous mortal , let me ever rove ! Alas ! there echo will repeat the tale Where fhall I find the filent fcenes I love ? Fain would I mourn my luckless fate alone ; Forbid to please , yet fated to admire ; Away my friends ...
... vale , Superfluous mortal , let me ever rove ! Alas ! there echo will repeat the tale Where fhall I find the filent fcenes I love ? Fain would I mourn my luckless fate alone ; Forbid to please , yet fated to admire ; Away my friends ...
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... vale refound the lonesome lay . Ev'n thickets yield delight , if taste prefide ; But can they pleafe , when Lyttelton's away ? Pure as the fwain's the breast of *** glows , Ah ! were the shepherd's phrase , like his , refin'd ! But ...
... vale refound the lonesome lay . Ev'n thickets yield delight , if taste prefide ; But can they pleafe , when Lyttelton's away ? Pure as the fwain's the breast of *** glows , Ah ! were the shepherd's phrase , like his , refin'd ! But ...
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... vale . Never yet did courtly maiden Move so sprightly , look fo fair ; Never breaft with jewels laden Pour a fong fo void of care . Would indulgent heaven had granted Me fome rural damfel's part ! All the empire I had wanted Then had ...
... vale . Never yet did courtly maiden Move so sprightly , look fo fair ; Never breaft with jewels laden Pour a fong fo void of care . Would indulgent heaven had granted Me fome rural damfel's part ! All the empire I had wanted Then had ...
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... VALE . BALL A D. Nerine Galatea ! thymo mihi dulcior Hyblæ ! " Candidior cygnis ! hederâ formofior albâ ! ” THE weftern sky was purpled oler With every pleafing ray : And flocks reviving felt no more The fultry heats of day : When When ...
... VALE . BALL A D. Nerine Galatea ! thymo mihi dulcior Hyblæ ! " Candidior cygnis ! hederâ formofior albâ ! ” THE weftern sky was purpled oler With every pleafing ray : And flocks reviving felt no more The fultry heats of day : When When ...
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... Vale . ' Twas from Avona's banks the maid Diffus'd her lovely beams ; And every shining glance display'd The Naiad of the ftreams . Soft as the wild - duck's tender young , That floats on Avon's tide ; Bright as the water - lily ...
... Vale . ' Twas from Avona's banks the maid Diffus'd her lovely beams ; And every shining glance display'd The Naiad of the ftreams . Soft as the wild - duck's tender young , That floats on Avon's tide ; Bright as the water - lily ...
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bard beauty beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom bower breaſt charms chearful crown'd Damon dear defire Delia diftant diſplay ELEGY ev'n facred fair falute fame fancy fate fcenes fcorn fecure feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhore fhun figh fing flame flowers fmiles focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foothe foul friendſhip ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell gentle grace grove inſpire laſt 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 praiſe pride raiſe reafon reign rife rills rofe roſe rural ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpring ſtore ſtray ſweets taſte tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toils train Twas vale virtue whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE youth
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Страница 284 - And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue ; And plantain ribb'd, that heals the reaper's '.• wound; And marj'ram sweet, in shepherd's posie found; And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, To lurk amidst the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean, with mickle rare , perfume.
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...
Страница 287 - She sees no kind domestic visage near, And soon a flood of tears begins to flow And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe. But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Страница 282 - Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield : Her apron dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe, As is the hare-bell that adorns the field : And in her hand, for sceptre, she does wield Tway birchen sprays...
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.