The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... 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 fweeteft flower ! He lov'd the Mufe ; fhe taught ...
... 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 fweeteft flower ! He lov'd the Mufe ; fhe taught ...
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... o'er its waves the peaceful halcyons play ; When foon rude winds their wonted rule regain , And sky and ocean mingle in the fray . But let or air contend , or ocean rave ; Ev'n hope fubfide amid the billows toft ; Hope , ftill emergent ...
... o'er its waves the peaceful halcyons play ; When foon rude winds their wonted rule regain , And sky and ocean mingle in the fray . But let or air contend , or ocean rave ; Ev'n hope fubfide amid the billows toft ; Hope , ftill emergent ...
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Samuel Johnson. See the finall stream that pours its murmu ring tide O'er fome rough rock that would its wealth display , Displays it aught but penury and pride ? Ah ! conftrue wifely what fuch murmurs fay . " How would fome flood , with ...
Samuel Johnson. See the finall stream that pours its murmu ring tide O'er fome rough rock that would its wealth display , Displays it aught but penury and pride ? Ah ! conftrue wifely what fuch murmurs fay . " How would fome flood , with ...
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... o'er , the dear delufion's o'er ! A ftagnant breezeless air becalms my foul : A fond afpiring candidate no more , I fcorn the palm , before I reach the goal . O youth ! enchanting ftate , profufely blest ! Blifs ev'n obtrufive courts ...
... o'er , the dear delufion's o'er ! A ftagnant breezeless air becalms my foul : A fond afpiring candidate no more , I fcorn the palm , before I reach the goal . O youth ! enchanting ftate , profufely blest ! Blifs ev'n obtrufive courts ...
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... 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 ? D3 I co- I covet not the pride of foreign looms ; In ELE GY XIII . 37.
... 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 ? D3 I co- I covet not the pride of foreign looms ; In ELE GY XIII . 37.
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Términos y frases comunes
bard beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bower breaſt charms chearful crown'd Damon dear defire Delia diftant diſplay e'er elegy ev'n facred faid fair falute fame fancy fate fcenes fcorn fecure feem feen fhade fhall fhepherd fhew fhines fhore fhould fhun figh fing flame flowers fmiles focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foothe foul fpring ftill ftream fuch fure furvey fwain fweet fwell gentle grace grove inſpire 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 praife praiſe pride raiſe reafon reign rife rills rofe rural ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſtrain ſweets taſte tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toils train Twas vale virtue ween whofe WILLIAM SHENSTONE youth
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Página 148 - 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 : For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Página 147 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar 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.
Página 278 - And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue ; And plantain ribb'd, that heals the reaper's wound ; And marjoram sweet, in shepherd's posie found ; And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom Shall be erewhile in arid bundles bound, To lurk amid the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean with mickle rare perfume.
Página 149 - She is ev'ry way pleafing to me. 0 you that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays ; 1 could lay down my life for the fwain, That will fing but a fong in her praife.
Página 277 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Página 151 - I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove ; She was fair — and my passion begun ; She smiled — and I could not but love ; She is faithless — and I am undone.
Página 145 - I priz'd every hour that went by, Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But now they are past, and I sigh ; And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.
Página 13 - The glim'ring twilight and the doubtful dawn Shall fee your ftep to thefe fad fcenes return : Conftant, as cryftal dews impearl the lawn, Shall STREPHON'S tear bedew OPHELIA'S urn ! Sure nought unhallow'd mall prefume to ftray Where fleep the reliques of that virtuous maid : Nor aught unlovely bend its devious way, Where foft OPHELIA'S dear remains are laid.
Página 281 - But, ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace, Or what device his loud laments explain...
Página 278 - 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.