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... shades you tune the lyre : So when the Nightingale to rest removes , The Thrush may chant to the forsaken groves , But ... shade surveys . DAPHNIS . And I this bowl , where wanton Ivy twines , And swelling clusters bend the curling vines ...
... shades you tune the lyre : So when the Nightingale to rest removes , The Thrush may chant to the forsaken groves , But ... shade surveys . DAPHNIS . And I this bowl , where wanton Ivy twines , And swelling clusters bend the curling vines ...
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... shades , eludes her eager swain ; But feigns a laugh , to see me search around , And by that laugh the willing fair ... shade . STREPHON . All nature mourns , the Skies relent in show'rs , Hush'd are the birds , and clos'd the drooping ...
... shades , eludes her eager swain ; But feigns a laugh , to see me search around , And by that laugh the willing fair ... shade . STREPHON . All nature mourns , the Skies relent in show'rs , Hush'd are the birds , and clos'd the drooping ...
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... shade . Soft as he mourn'd , the streams forgot to flow , The flocks around a dumb compassion show , The Naiads wept in ev'ry wat'ry bow'r , And Jove consented in a silent show'r . Accept , O GARTH 3 , the Muse's early lays , That adds ...
... shade . Soft as he mourn'd , the streams forgot to flow , The flocks around a dumb compassion show , The Naiads wept in ev'ry wat'ry bow'r , And Jove consented in a silent show'r . Accept , O GARTH 3 , the Muse's early lays , That adds ...
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... shade . Come , lovely nymph , and bless the silent hours , When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow'rs When weary reapers quit the sultry field , And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield . This harmless grove no lurking ...
... shade . Come , lovely nymph , and bless the silent hours , When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow'rs When weary reapers quit the sultry field , And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield . This harmless grove no lurking ...
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... shade ; Where'er you tread , the blushing flowers shall rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes1 . Oh how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant ...
... shade ; Where'er you tread , the blushing flowers shall rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes1 . Oh how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant ...
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Seite 45 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Seite 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Seite 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Seite 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Seite 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Seite 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent Spreads undivided, operates unspent, Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath. Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Seite 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Seite 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise—- Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? What tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Seite 58 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.