The Works, in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq: In Two Volumes. With DecorationsH. Woodfall, 1768 |
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... DAMON hears thy song ; Nor doubt to gain applause , when lovers hear . He the fad fource of our complaining knows ; A foe to TEREUS , and to lawless love ! He mourns the story of our ancient woes ; Ah ! cou'd our mufic his complaint ...
... DAMON hears thy song ; Nor doubt to gain applause , when lovers hear . He the fad fource of our complaining knows ; A foe to TEREUS , and to lawless love ! He mourns the story of our ancient woes ; Ah ! cou'd our mufic his complaint ...
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... DAMON's plighted hand ? Wou'dft thou with scorn thy once lov'd friend disown ? Life is that ftranger land , that alien clime : Shall kindred fouls forego their focial claim ? Launch'd in the vast abyss of space and time , Shall dark ...
... DAMON's plighted hand ? Wou'dft thou with scorn thy once lov'd friend disown ? Life is that ftranger land , that alien clime : Shall kindred fouls forego their focial claim ? Launch'd in the vast abyss of space and time , Shall dark ...
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... DAMON robs me of my reft , IANTHE liftens to no vulgar vow ; A prince , from gods defcended , fires her breast ; A brilliant crown distinguishes his brow . What , fhall I ftain the glories of my race ? More clear , more lovely bright ...
... DAMON robs me of my reft , IANTHE liftens to no vulgar vow ; A prince , from gods defcended , fires her breast ; A brilliant crown distinguishes his brow . What , fhall I ftain the glories of my race ? More clear , more lovely bright ...
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... DAMON , fhe cry'd , if pleas'd with honeft praise , Thou court fuccefs by virtue or by fong , Fly the false dictates of the venal race ; Fly the grofs accents of the venal tongue . Swear that no lucre fhall thy zeal betray ; Swerve not ...
... DAMON , fhe cry'd , if pleas'd with honeft praise , Thou court fuccefs by virtue or by fong , Fly the false dictates of the venal race ; Fly the grofs accents of the venal tongue . Swear that no lucre fhall thy zeal betray ; Swerve not ...
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... DAMON fung - What tho ' unknown to praife Umbrageous coverts hide my muse and me ; Or ' mid the rural fhepherds , flow my days , Amid the rural fhepherds , I am free . To view fleek vaffals crowd a stately hall , Say , fhould I grow ...
... DAMON fung - What tho ' unknown to praife Umbrageous coverts hide my muse and me ; Or ' mid the rural fhepherds , flow my days , Amid the rural fhepherds , I am free . To view fleek vaffals crowd a stately hall , Say , fhould I grow ...
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Page 322 - And at the door imprisoning board is seen, Lest weakly wights of smaller size should stray; Eager, perdie, to bask in sunny day! The noises intermix'd, which thence resound, Do learning's little tenement betray; Where sits the dame, disguised in look profound And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around.
Page 183 - What it is to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. Ah, lead forth my flock in the morn, And the damps of each evening repel ; Alas ! I am faint and forlorn ; I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell.
Page 327 - 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 320 - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise, Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize...
Page 185 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Page 217 - tis genius gives you fame, And NED, thro' fkill, fecures the game. THE POET AND THE DUN. 1741. Thefe are meflengers That feelingly perfuade me what I am. SHAKESPEAR. V_/OMES a dun in the morning and raps at my door— " I made bold to call — 'tis a twelvemonth and more — I'm forry, believe me, to trouble you thus, Sir, — But JOB wou'd be paid, Sir, had JOB been a mercer.
Page 328 - 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 328 - Abhorreth bench and stool, and fourm, and chair; (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair;) And eke with snubs profound, and heaving breast, Convulsions intermitting!
Page 117 - Search but the garden, or the wood, Let yon admir'd carnation own, Not all was meant for raiment, or for food, Not all for needful...
Page 327 - She meditates a prayer to set him free ; Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny, (If gentle pardon could with dames agree,) To her sad grief that swells in either eye, And wrings her so that all for pity she could die.