The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq;: I. Elegies on several occasions. II. Odes, songs, ballads, &c. III. Levities, or pieces of humour. IV. Moral piecesR. and J. Dodsley, in Pall-mall., 1764 - 345 pages |
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... Still may the mourner , lavish of his tears For lucre's venal meed , invite my scorn ! Still may the bard diffembling doubts and fears , For praife , for flatt'ry fighing , figh forlorn ! Soft as the line of love - fick HAMMOND flows ...
... Still may the mourner , lavish of his tears For lucre's venal meed , invite my scorn ! Still may the bard diffembling doubts and fears , For praife , for flatt'ry fighing , figh forlorn ! Soft as the line of love - fick HAMMOND flows ...
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... Still , to her dulcet murmurs not a foe . Too proud with fervile tone to deign addrefs ; Too mean to think that honours are my due , Yet fhou'd fome patron yield my stores to bless , I fure fhou'd deem my boundless thanks were few . But ...
... Still , to her dulcet murmurs not a foe . Too proud with fervile tone to deign addrefs ; Too mean to think that honours are my due , Yet fhou'd fome patron yield my stores to bless , I fure fhou'd deem my boundless thanks were few . But ...
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... Still in my breast one soft defire remains , Pure as that star , from guilt , from int'reft free , Has gentle DELIA trip'd across the plains , And need I , FLORIO , name that wish to thee ? While , cloy'd to find the scenes of life the ...
... Still in my breast one soft defire remains , Pure as that star , from guilt , from int'reft free , Has gentle DELIA trip'd across the plains , And need I , FLORIO , name that wish to thee ? While , cloy'd to find the scenes of life the ...
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... Still , as the village caught the waving found , A fwelling tear diftream'd from ev'ry eye . So droop'd , I ween , each BRITON's breast of old , When the dull curfew spoke their freedom fled ; For fighing as the mournful accent roll'd ...
... Still , as the village caught the waving found , A fwelling tear diftream'd from ev'ry eye . So droop'd , I ween , each BRITON's breast of old , When the dull curfew spoke their freedom fled ; For fighing as the mournful accent roll'd ...
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... still lovely thro ' the checquer'd fhades . Vainly , to guard from love's unequal chain , Has fortune rear'd us in the rural grove ; Shou'd **** ' s eyes illume the defart plain , Ev'n I may wonder , and ev'n I must love . Nor Tho ' you ...
... still lovely thro ' the checquer'd fhades . Vainly , to guard from love's unequal chain , Has fortune rear'd us in the rural grove ; Shou'd **** ' s eyes illume the defart plain , Ev'n I may wonder , and ev'n I must love . Nor Tho ' you ...
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bard beauty beſtow bleft blifs bloom boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt cauſe charms chearful cou'd crown'd DAMON dear defire DELIA diftant diſplay eaſe ELEGY Ev'n ev'ry facred faid fair fame fate fav'rite fcorn fecure feek feem fhade fhall fhepherd fhew fhine fhore fhou'd fhun figh fing flow'rs fmile focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foul friendſhip fuch fure fwain fweet fwell gen'rous gentle grace grove lefs lov'd lyre maid mind moffy moſt mournful mufe muſe muſt native ne'er nymph o'er OVID paffion peace penfive plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe raiſe reafon reign rofe roſe rural ſcene ſcorn ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſtore ſtrain ſtream ſweets taſte tear tender thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou thro toils tow'rs Twas virtue whofe whoſe wiſh wou'd youth
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Page 334 - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which learning near her little dome did...
Page 193 - 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.
Page 341 - Till Fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known chest the dame repair; Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth 'em greet, And ginger-bread y-rare; now, certes, doubly sweet!
Page 126 - AVON'S tide ; Bright as the water-lily, fprung, And glittering near its fide. Frefh as the bordering flowers, her bloom : Her eye, all mild to view ; The little halcyon's azure plume Was never half fo blue. Her...
Page 195 - 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.
Page 127 - ' 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow, Has won my right good will; To him I gave my plighted vow, With him I'll climb the hill.
Page 147 - Then fkip'd aloof with quaint amaze ; And then drew near, again to gaze.
Page 340 - 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 336 - Who should not honour'd eld with these revere: For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a Mind which did that title love.
Page 337 - 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.