The Poetical Works of William ShenstoneJ. Nichol, 1854 - 284 pages |
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... Twas his fond heart effused the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill disclose So fair a fountain , or so loved a stream . 7 Ye loveless Bards ! intent with artful pains To form a sigh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your ...
... Twas his fond heart effused the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill disclose So fair a fountain , or so loved a stream . 7 Ye loveless Bards ! intent with artful pains To form a sigh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your ...
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... Twas life , ' twas taste , and - oh ! my foolish heart ! Substantial joy was fix'd in power and place . 6 And you , ye works of Art ! allured mine eye , The breathing picture , and the living stone : 66 Though gold , though splendour ...
... Twas life , ' twas taste , and - oh ! my foolish heart ! Substantial joy was fix'd in power and place . 6 And you , ye works of Art ! allured mine eye , The breathing picture , and the living stone : 66 Though gold , though splendour ...
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... Twas here his youth respired its earliest air ; ' Twas here his age breathed out its last adieu . 5 One favour'd son engaged his tenderest care ; One pious youth his whole affection crown'd ; In his young breast the virtues sprung so ...
... Twas here his youth respired its earliest air ; ' Twas here his age breathed out its last adieu . 5 One favour'd son engaged his tenderest care ; One pious youth his whole affection crown'd ; In his young breast the virtues sprung so ...
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... Twas on those Downs , 1 by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers , rustic , unrefined ! Freedom's plain sons , in martial cares employ'd ! They tinged their bodies , but unmask'd their mind . 11 ' Twas there , in happier times ...
... Twas on those Downs , 1 by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers , rustic , unrefined ! Freedom's plain sons , in martial cares employ'd ! They tinged their bodies , but unmask'd their mind . 11 ' Twas there , in happier times ...
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... Twas Jove's own nectar gave th ' ethereal hue : Can base plebeian forms contend with mine , Display the lovely white , or match the blue ? 16 " The painter strove to trace its azure ray ; He changed his colours , and in vain he strove ...
... Twas Jove's own nectar gave th ' ethereal hue : Can base plebeian forms contend with mine , Display the lovely white , or match the blue ? 16 " The painter strove to trace its azure ray ; He changed his colours , and in vain he strove ...
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POETICAL WORKS OF WILLIAM SHEN William 1714-1763 Shenstone,George 1813-1878 Gilfillan No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 268 - To stay harsh justice in its mid career. On thee she calls, on thee her parent dear! . . (Ah ! too remote to ward the shameful blow!) 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...
Page 152 - 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 loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Page 268 - And hardly she forbears, through awful fear, To rushen forth, and, with presumptuous hand, To stay harsh justice in its mid career. On thee she calls, on thee, her parent dear! (Ah ! too remote to ward the shameful blow !) 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..
Page 155 - Perhaps I was void of all thought ; Perhaps it was plain to foresee, That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me.
Page 270 - Ah me ! how much I fear lest pride it be ! But if that pride it be, which thus inspires, Beware, ye dames ! with nice discernment see Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires : Ah ! better far than all the Muses...
Page 267 - Twill whisper in her ear, and all the scene unfold. Lo now with state she utters the command ! Eftsoons the urchins to their tasks repair; Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn secured are ; To save from fingers wet the letters fair : The work so gay, that on their back is seen, St.
Page 152 - I hasted and planted it there ! 0 how sudden the jessamine strove With the lilac, to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love, To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands, and groves, What strains of wild melody flow ! How the nightingales warble their loves, From thickets of roses that blow ! And when her bright form shall appear ; Each bird shall harmoniously join In a concert so soft and so clear, As she may not be fond to resign.
Page 263 - ... mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name: Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame; They grieven sore in piteous durance pent, Aw'd by the...
Page 263 - So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave, Of sport, of song, of pleasure, of repast ; •They start, they stare, they wheel, they look aghast...
Page 265 - Yet euphrasy may not be left unsung, That gives dim eyes to wander leagues around...