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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... cou'd enfnare ; Virtue he knew ; the nobleft joy he found , To fing her glories , and to paint her fair ! Ill was he skill'd to guide his wand'ring sheep ; And unforeseen difafter thin'd his fold ; Yet , at another's lofs , the fwain ...
... cou'd enfnare ; Virtue he knew ; the nobleft joy he found , To fing her glories , and to paint her fair ! Ill was he skill'd to guide his wand'ring sheep ; And unforeseen difafter thin'd his fold ; Yet , at another's lofs , the fwain ...
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... cou'd our mufic his complaints remove ! Yon ' plains are govern'd by a peerless maid ; And fee , pale CYNTHIA mounts the vaulted sky ,. A train of lovers court the checquer'd fhade ; Sing on , my bird , and hear thy mate's reply , " Ere ...
... cou'd our mufic his complaints remove ! Yon ' plains are govern'd by a peerless maid ; And fee , pale CYNTHIA mounts the vaulted sky ,. A train of lovers court the checquer'd fhade ; Sing on , my bird , and hear thy mate's reply , " Ere ...
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... cou'd my G - mistake the critic's laws , Till pious friendship mark'd the pleasing way . Welcome fuch error ! ever bleft the cause ! Ev'n tho ' it led me boundless leagues aftray ! N. B. Written after the death of Mr. POPE . Couldft ...
... cou'd my G - mistake the critic's laws , Till pious friendship mark'd the pleasing way . Welcome fuch error ! ever bleft the cause ! Ev'n tho ' it led me boundless leagues aftray ! N. B. Written after the death of Mr. POPE . Couldft ...
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... Cou'd DAMON's foot the pious path decline ? Ah no ! ' twas DAMON first attun'd his lay , And fure no fonnet was fo dear as thine . Thus was I bofom'd in the peaceful grave ; My placid ghost no longer wept its doom ; When savage robbers ...
... Cou'd DAMON's foot the pious path decline ? Ah no ! ' twas DAMON first attun'd his lay , And fure no fonnet was fo dear as thine . Thus was I bofom'd in the peaceful grave ; My placid ghost no longer wept its doom ; When savage robbers ...
Page 85
... cou'd every care employ ; Then with affiduous fondness cropt the flow'rs , To deck the cradle of the princely boy ? But foon the bofom's pleasing calm is flown ; Love fires her breast ; the fultry paffions rise , A favour'd lover feeks ...
... cou'd every care employ ; Then with affiduous fondness cropt the flow'rs , To deck the cradle of the princely boy ? But foon the bofom's pleasing calm is flown ; Love fires her breast ; the fultry paffions rise , A favour'd lover feeks ...
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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.