The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... voice and language of grief , or if a metaphor of drefs be more agreeable , it should be fimple and diffuse , and flowing as a mourner's veil . A verfifica- tion therefore is defirable , which , by indulging a free and unconstrained ...
... voice and language of grief , or if a metaphor of drefs be more agreeable , it should be fimple and diffuse , and flowing as a mourner's veil . A verfifica- tion therefore is defirable , which , by indulging a free and unconstrained ...
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... voice of fame ? Orphearing , fancy fweetnefs in the found ? Perhaps ev'n genius pours a flighted lay ; Perhaps ev'n friendship sheds a fruitless tear ' ; Ev'n Lyttelton but vainly trims the bay , And fondly grace's Hammond's mournful ...
... voice of fame ? Orphearing , fancy fweetnefs in the found ? Perhaps ev'n genius pours a flighted lay ; Perhaps ev'n friendship sheds a fruitless tear ' ; Ev'n Lyttelton but vainly trims the bay , And fondly grace's Hammond's mournful ...
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... voice proclaim , Lo ! here the brave and the puiffant lies . When humbler Alcon leaves his drooping friends , Pageant nor plume distinguish Alcon's bier ; The faithful Muse with votive song attends , And blots the mournful numbers with ...
... voice proclaim , Lo ! here the brave and the puiffant lies . When humbler Alcon leaves his drooping friends , Pageant nor plume distinguish Alcon's bier ; The faithful Muse with votive song attends , And blots the mournful numbers with ...
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... voice of pious truth , prepare To spurn an altar , and adore a throne ? And when proud fortune's ebbing tide recedes , And when it leaves me no unshaken friend , Shall I not weep that e'er I left the meads , Which oaks embofom , and ...
... voice of pious truth , prepare To spurn an altar , and adore a throne ? And when proud fortune's ebbing tide recedes , And when it leaves me no unshaken friend , Shall I not weep that e'er I left the meads , Which oaks embofom , and ...
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... voice decays . Not , that my fancy mourns thy ftern command , When many an embryo dome is loft in air ; While guardian prudence checks my eager hand , And , cre the turf is broken , cries , " Forbear . Forbear , vain youth ! be cautious ...
... voice decays . Not , that my fancy mourns thy ftern command , When many an embryo dome is loft in air ; While guardian prudence checks my eager hand , And , cre the turf is broken , cries , " Forbear . Forbear , vain youth ! be cautious ...
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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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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.