The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... She vifits , Ifis ! thy forfaken stream , Oh ill forfaken for Boeotian air ! She deems no flood reflects fo bright a beam , No reed fo verdant , and no flowers fo fair . She dreams beneath thy facred shades were peace , Thy bays might ...
... She vifits , Ifis ! thy forfaken stream , Oh ill forfaken for Boeotian air ! She deems no flood reflects fo bright a beam , No reed fo verdant , and no flowers fo fair . She dreams beneath thy facred shades were peace , Thy bays might ...
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... She paints the progrefs of my rival's vow ; Sees every Mufe a partial ear incline ; Binds with luxuriant bays his favour'd brow , Nor yields the refufe of his wreath to mine . She bids the flattering mirror , form'd to please , Now ...
... She paints the progrefs of my rival's vow ; Sees every Mufe a partial ear incline ; Binds with luxuriant bays his favour'd brow , Nor yields the refufe of his wreath to mine . She bids the flattering mirror , form'd to please , Now ...
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... she came ! Rob'd in the Gallic loom's extraneous twine : For gifts like these they give their spotlefs fame , Refign their bloom , their innocence refign . WIL Will no bright maid , by worth , by titles 52 SHENSTONE'S POEM S.
... she came ! Rob'd in the Gallic loom's extraneous twine : For gifts like these they give their spotlefs fame , Refign their bloom , their innocence refign . WIL Will no bright maid , by worth , by titles 52 SHENSTONE'S POEM S.
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... She ne'er , like fortune , had forfook thy shore . ” He ceas'd - abafh'd the confcious audience hear ; Their pallid cheeks a crimson blush unfold ; Yet o'er that virtuous blufh diftreams a tear , And falling moiftens their abandon'd ...
... She ne'er , like fortune , had forfook thy shore . ” He ceas'd - abafh'd the confcious audience hear ; Their pallid cheeks a crimson blush unfold ; Yet o'er that virtuous blufh diftreams a tear , And falling moiftens their abandon'd ...
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... she said , mine hour allotted flies ; Oh ! do not wafte it with a fruitlefs tear ! Though griev'd to fee thy Silvia's pale difguife , Sufpend thy forrow , and attentive hear . So may thy Mufe with virtuous fame be bleft ! So be thy love ...
... she said , mine hour allotted flies ; Oh ! do not wafte it with a fruitlefs tear ! Though griev'd to fee thy Silvia's pale difguife , Sufpend thy forrow , and attentive hear . So may thy Mufe with virtuous fame be bleft ! So be thy love ...
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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.