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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... paths , ye 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 ...
... paths , ye 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 ...
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... paths of pow'r ; Felt ev'ry joy that fair ambition brings ; And left the lonely roof of yonder bow'r , To ftand beneath the canopies of kings . ; I bade low hinds the tow'ring ardour share Nor meanly rofe , to bless myself alone : I ...
... paths of pow'r ; Felt ev'ry joy that fair ambition brings ; And left the lonely roof of yonder bow'r , To ftand beneath the canopies of kings . ; I bade low hinds the tow'ring ardour share Nor meanly rofe , to bless myself alone : I ...
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... paths than these ? Muft I not groan beneath a guilty load , Praise him I fcorn , and him I love betray ? Does not felonious envy bar the road ? Or falfehood's treach'rous foot befet the way ? Say fhou'd I pafs thro ' favour's crowded ...
... paths than these ? Muft I not groan beneath a guilty load , Praise him I fcorn , and him I love betray ? Does not felonious envy bar the road ? Or falfehood's treach'rous foot befet the way ? Say fhou'd I pafs thro ' favour's crowded ...
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... paths of health and fame divide ! Oft too I pray'd , ' twas nature form'd the pray'r , To grace my native fcenes , my rural home ; To fee my trees express their planter's carę , And gay , on Attic models , raife my dome . But now ' tis ...
... paths of health and fame divide ! Oft too I pray'd , ' twas nature form'd the pray'r , To grace my native fcenes , my rural home ; To fee my trees express their planter's carę , And gay , on Attic models , raife my dome . But now ' tis ...
Page 46
... paths of peace explore ! Why leave thy friend amid the boift'rous throng , Ere death divide us , and we part no more ? For oh ! pale fickness warns thy friend away ! For me no more the vernal rofes bloom ! I fee ftern fate his ebon wand ...
... paths of peace explore ! Why leave thy friend amid the boift'rous throng , Ere death divide us , and we part no more ? For oh ! pale fickness warns thy friend away ! For me no more the vernal rofes bloom ! I fee ftern fate his ebon wand ...
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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.