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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... faithless friends , depart ! Fly my plain board , abhor my hoftile name ! Hence the faint verfe that flows not from the heart , But mourns in labour'd strains , the price of fame ! O lov'd fimplicity ! be thine the prize ! Affiduous.
... faithless friends , depart ! Fly my plain board , abhor my hoftile name ! Hence the faint verfe that flows not from the heart , But mourns in labour'd strains , the price of fame ! O lov'd fimplicity ! be thine the prize ! Affiduous.
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... flows , ' Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could AONIA's hill disclofe So fair a fountain , or fo lov'd a stream . Ye loveless bards ! intent with artful pains To form a figh , or to contrive a tear ! Forgo ...
... flows , ' Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could AONIA's hill disclofe So fair a fountain , or fo lov'd a stream . Ye loveless bards ! intent with artful pains To form a figh , or to contrive a tear ! Forgo ...
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... flow'rs , We wake to wint'ry scenes of chill decay ! Curfe the fad fortune that detains thy fair ; Praise the soft hours that gave thee to her arms ; Paint thy proud fcorn of ev'ry vulgar care , When hope exalts thee , or when doubt ...
... flow'rs , We wake to wint'ry scenes of chill decay ! Curfe the fad fortune that detains thy fair ; Praise the soft hours that gave thee to her arms ; Paint thy proud fcorn of ev'ry vulgar care , When hope exalts thee , or when doubt ...
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... flow'r ! He lov'd the mufe ; she taught him to complain ; He faw his tim'rous loves on her depend ; He lov'd the mufe , altho ' fhe taught in vain ; He lov'd the mufe , for she was virtue's friend . She guides the foot that treads on ...
... flow'r ! He lov'd the mufe ; she taught him to complain ; He faw his tim'rous loves on her depend ; He lov'd the mufe , altho ' fhe taught in vain ; He lov'd the mufe , for she was virtue's friend . She guides the foot that treads on ...
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... flow'rets for OPHELIA's tomb : And beauty chide the fates ' fevere command , That fhew'd the frailty of so fair a bloom ! And fancy then with wild ungovern'd woe , Shall her lov'd pupil's native taste explain : For mournful fable all ...
... flow'rets for OPHELIA's tomb : And beauty chide the fates ' fevere command , That fhew'd the frailty of so fair a bloom ! And fancy then with wild ungovern'd woe , Shall her lov'd pupil's native taste explain : For mournful fable all ...
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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 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.