The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq;: I. Elegies on several occasions. II. Odes, songs, ballads, &c. III. Levities, or pieces of humour. IV. Moral piecesR. and J. Dodsley, in Pall-mall., 1764 - 345 Seiten |
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... thro ' the pleasing page ? To mark the day , when , thro ' the bulky tome , Around your name the varying style refines ? And readers call their loft attention home , Led by that index where true genius shines ? Ah let not BRITONS doubt ...
... thro ' the pleasing page ? To mark the day , when , thro ' the bulky tome , Around your name the varying style refines ? And readers call their loft attention home , Led by that index where true genius shines ? Ah let not BRITONS doubt ...
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... thro ' favour's crowded gate , Muft not fair truth inglorious wait behind ? Whilft I approach the glitt'ring fcenes of ftate , My best companion no admittance find ? Nurs'd Nurs'd in the fhades by freedom's lenient care , Shall.
... thro ' favour's crowded gate , Muft not fair truth inglorious wait behind ? Whilft I approach the glitt'ring fcenes of ftate , My best companion no admittance find ? Nurs'd Nurs'd in the fhades by freedom's lenient care , Shall.
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... thro ' rapine , fraud , and wrong : Might our joint aid the paths of peace explore ! Why leave thy friend amid the boift'rous throng , Ere death divide us , and we part no more ? For oh ! pale fickness warns thy friend away ! For me no ...
... thro ' rapine , fraud , and wrong : Might our joint aid the paths of peace explore ! Why leave thy friend amid the boift'rous throng , Ere death divide us , and we part no more ? For oh ! pale fickness warns thy friend away ! For me no ...
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... thro ' tears , forlorn ! On his pale corse the sixth fad morning rofe ; From yonder dome the mournful bier was borne . ' Twas on thofe * downs , by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers ; ruftic , unrefin'd ! Freedom's plain ...
... thro ' tears , forlorn ! On his pale corse the sixth fad morning rofe ; From yonder dome the mournful bier was borne . ' Twas on thofe * downs , by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers ; ruftic , unrefin'd ! Freedom's plain ...
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... thro ' the fecret fhade , Heard their foft lyres engage his lift'ning ear ; And haply deem'd fome courteous angel play'd ; No angel play'd - but might with transport hear . For these the founds that chafe unholy strife ! Solve envy's ...
... thro ' the fecret fhade , Heard their foft lyres engage his lift'ning ear ; And haply deem'd fome courteous angel play'd ; No angel play'd - but might with transport hear . For these the founds that chafe unholy strife ! Solve envy's ...
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bard beauty beſtow bleft blifs bloom boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt cauſe charms chearful cou'd crown'd DAMON dear defire DELIA diftant diſplay eaſe ELEGY Ev'n ev'ry facred faid fair fame fate fav'rite fcorn fecure feek feem fhade fhall fhepherd fhew fhine fhore fhou'd fhun figh fing flow'rs fmile focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foul friendſhip fuch fure fwain fweet fwell gen'rous gentle grace grove lefs lov'd lyre maid mind moffy moſt mournful mufe muſe muſt native ne'er nymph o'er OVID paffion peace penfive plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe raiſe reafon reign rofe roſe rural ſcene ſcorn ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſtore ſtrain ſtream ſweets taſte tear tender thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou thro toils tow'rs Twas virtue whofe whoſe wiſh wou'd youth
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Seite 334 - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which learning near her little dome did...
Seite 193 - 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.
Seite 341 - Till Fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known chest the dame repair; Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth 'em greet, And ginger-bread y-rare; now, certes, doubly sweet!
Seite 126 - AVON'S tide ; Bright as the water-lily, fprung, And glittering near its fide. Frefh as the bordering flowers, her bloom : Her eye, all mild to view ; The little halcyon's azure plume Was never half fo blue. Her...
Seite 195 - 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.
Seite 127 - ' 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow, Has won my right good will; To him I gave my plighted vow, With him I'll climb the hill.
Seite 147 - Then fkip'd aloof with quaint amaze ; And then drew near, again to gaze.
Seite 340 - 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...
Seite 336 - Who should not honour'd eld with these revere: For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a Mind which did that title love.
Seite 337 - 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.