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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... thee to her arms ; Paint thy proud fcorn of ev'ry vulgar care , When hope exalts thee , or when doubt alarms : Where with CENONE thou haft worn the day , Near fount or ftream , in meditation , rove ; If in the grove CENONE lov'd to ...
... thee to her arms ; Paint thy proud fcorn of ev'ry vulgar care , When hope exalts thee , or when doubt alarms : Where with CENONE thou haft worn the day , Near fount or ftream , in meditation , rove ; If in the grove CENONE lov'd to ...
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... thee ? Ah dear MELISSA ! pleas'd with thee to rove , My foul has yet furviv'd its dreariest time ; Ill can I bear the various clime of love ! Love is a pleasing , but a various clime ! So fmiles immortal MARO's fav'rite fhore ...
... thee ? Ah dear MELISSA ! pleas'd with thee to rove , My foul has yet furviv'd its dreariest time ; Ill can I bear the various clime of love ! Love is a pleasing , but a various clime ! So fmiles immortal MARO's fav'rite fhore ...
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... Where is the dappled pink , the sprightly rofe ? The cowflip's golden cup no more I fee : Dark and difcolour'd ev'ry flow'r that blows , To form the garland , Elegy for thee ! - Enough Ah might we now the pious rage controul ! Hush'd.
... Where is the dappled pink , the sprightly rofe ? The cowflip's golden cup no more I fee : Dark and difcolour'd ev'ry flow'r that blows , To form the garland , Elegy for thee ! - Enough Ah might we now the pious rage controul ! Hush'd.
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... thee in remembrance wear . Ill fare my peace , but ev'ry idle toy , If to my mind my DELIA's form it brings , Has truer worth , imparts fincerer joy , O Than all that bears the radiant ftamp of kings . my foul weeps , my breaft with ...
... thee in remembrance wear . Ill fare my peace , but ev'ry idle toy , If to my mind my DELIA's form it brings , Has truer worth , imparts fincerer joy , O Than all that bears the radiant ftamp of kings . my foul weeps , my breaft with ...
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... native worth efteem'd of clowns ? ' Tis thy falfe glare , O fortune ! thine they fee : ' Tis for my DELIA'S fake I dread thy frowns , And my laft gafp fhall curfes breathe on thee . D 4 ELEGY XI . EL EGY He complains how foon the pleafing.
... native worth efteem'd of clowns ? ' Tis thy falfe glare , O fortune ! thine they fee : ' Tis for my DELIA'S fake I dread thy frowns , And my laft gafp fhall curfes breathe on thee . D 4 ELEGY XI . EL EGY He complains how foon the pleafing.
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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.