The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... dear ! Ne'er may my vintage glad the fordid breast ; Ne'er tinge the lip that dares te unfincere ! Far from thefe paths , ye faithless friends , depart ! Fly my plain board , abhor my hostile name ! Hence the faint verfe that flows nct ...
... dear ! Ne'er may my vintage glad the fordid breast ; Ne'er tinge the lip that dares te unfincere ! Far from thefe paths , ye faithless friends , depart ! Fly my plain board , abhor my hostile name ! Hence the faint verfe that flows nct ...
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... dear hope of Delia's future care Once crown'd his pleasures , and difpell'd his pain . Yes - the fair profpect of furviving praise Can every fenfe of prefent joys excel : For this , great Hadrian chofe laborious days ; Through this ...
... dear hope of Delia's future care Once crown'd his pleasures , and difpell'd his pain . Yes - the fair profpect of furviving praise Can every fenfe of prefent joys excel : For this , great Hadrian chofe laborious days ; Through this ...
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... dear remains are laid . Haply thy Mufe , as with unceasing sighs She keeps late vigils on her urn reclin'd , May fee light groups of pleasing visions rife ; And phantoms glide , but of celestial kind . There fame , her clarion pendant ...
... dear remains are laid . Haply thy Mufe , as with unceasing sighs She keeps late vigils on her urn reclin'd , May fee light groups of pleasing visions rife ; And phantoms glide , but of celestial kind . There fame , her clarion pendant ...
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... dear Meliffa ! pleas'd with thee to rove , My foul has yet surviv'd its dreariest time ; Ill can I bear the various clime of love ! Love is a pleafing , but a various clime ! So fmiles immortal Maro's favourite shore , Parthenope , with ...
... dear Meliffa ! pleas'd with thee to rove , My foul has yet surviv'd its dreariest time ; Ill can I bear the various clime of love ! Love is a pleafing , but a various clime ! So fmiles immortal Maro's favourite shore , Parthenope , with ...
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... dear youth , to whose abodes I roam , Nor can mine honours , nor my fields extend Yet for his fake I leave my diftant home , Which oaks embofom , and which hills defend . Beneath that home I fcorn the wintry wind ; The spring , to shade ...
... dear youth , to whose abodes I roam , Nor can mine honours , nor my fields extend Yet for his fake I leave my diftant home , Which oaks embofom , and which hills defend . Beneath that home I fcorn the wintry wind ; The spring , to shade ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 281 - And work the simple vassals mickle woe; For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew, But their limbs...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.