The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... shore , They only echo'd o'er the winding stream ; His nymph was fair ! the sweetest bud that blows Revives lefs lovely from the recent shower ; So Philomel enamour'd eyes the rofe ; Sweet bird ! enamour'd of the sweetest flower ! He ...
... shore , They only echo'd o'er the winding stream ; His nymph was fair ! the sweetest bud that blows Revives lefs lovely from the recent shower ; So Philomel enamour'd eyes the rofe ; Sweet bird ! enamour'd of the sweetest flower ! He ...
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... shore , Parthenope , with every verdure crown'd ! When ftrait Vefuvio's horrid cauldrons roar , And the dry vapour blasts the regions round . Oh Oh blissful regions ! oh unrival'd plains ! When Maro 20 SHENSTONE'S POEMS .
... shore , Parthenope , with every verdure crown'd ! When ftrait Vefuvio's horrid cauldrons roar , And the dry vapour blasts the regions round . Oh Oh blissful regions ! oh unrival'd plains ! When Maro 20 SHENSTONE'S POEMS .
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... knows its native clime ; An aukward stranger , if we waft it o'er ; Why then these toils , this coftly waste of time , To spread foft poison on our happy shore ? D ; I co- I covet not the pride of foreign looms ; In ELE GY 37 XIII .
... knows its native clime ; An aukward stranger , if we waft it o'er ; Why then these toils , this coftly waste of time , To spread foft poison on our happy shore ? D ; I co- I covet not the pride of foreign looms ; In ELE GY 37 XIII .
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... shore ! Thee by the virtues arm'd , the graces taught , When shall we ceafe to boaft , or to deplore ? Prefumptuous war , which could thy life destroy , What shall it now in recompence decree ? While friends that merit every earthly joy ...
... shore ! Thee by the virtues arm'd , the graces taught , When shall we ceafe to boaft , or to deplore ? Prefumptuous war , which could thy life destroy , What shall it now in recompence decree ? While friends that merit every earthly joy ...
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... shore Disease invidious nipt my flowery prime ; And oh what pangs my tender bofom tore , To think I ne'er muft view my native clime ! No friend was near to raise my drooping head ; No dear companion wept to fee me die ; Lodge me within ...
... shore Disease invidious nipt my flowery prime ; And oh what pangs my tender bofom tore , To think I ne'er muft view my native clime ! No friend was near to raise my drooping head ; No dear companion wept to fee me die ; Lodge me within ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 281 - And work the simple vassals mickle woe; For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew, But their limbs...
Seite 158 - Alas ! from the day that we met What hope of an end to my woes ? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain : The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.