The Poetical Works of William ShenstoneJ. Nichol, 1854 - 284 עמודים |
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עמוד 2
... fair a fountain , or so loved a stream . 7 Ye loveless Bards ! intent with artful pains To form a sigh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus , and on plains Survey Camilla's charms , and grow sincere . 8 But thou , my Friend ...
... fair a fountain , or so loved a stream . 7 Ye loveless Bards ! intent with artful pains To form a sigh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus , and on plains Survey Camilla's charms , and grow sincere . 8 But thou , my Friend ...
עמוד 3
... fair ; Praise the soft hours that gave thee to her arms ; Paint thy proud scorn of every vulgar care , When hope exalts thee , or when doubt alarms . 12 Where with Oenone thou hast worn the day , Near fount or stream , in meditation ...
... fair ; Praise the soft hours that gave thee to her arms ; Paint thy proud scorn of every vulgar care , When hope exalts thee , or when doubt alarms . 12 Where with Oenone thou hast worn the day , Near fount or stream , in meditation ...
עמוד 4
... fair prospect of surviving praise Can every sense of present joys excel ; For this , great Hadrian chose laborious days ; Through this , expiring , bade a gay farewell . 7 Shall then our youths , who Fame's bright fabric raise , To ...
... fair prospect of surviving praise Can every sense of present joys excel ; For this , great Hadrian chose laborious days ; Through this , expiring , bade a gay farewell . 7 Shall then our youths , who Fame's bright fabric raise , To ...
עמוד 5
... fair . 5 Ill was he skill'd to guide his wandering sheep ; And unforeseen disaster thinn'd his fold ; Yet at another's loss the swain would weep ; And , for his friend , his very crook was sold . ch Chane 6 Ye sons of Wealth ! protect ...
... fair . 5 Ill was he skill'd to guide his wandering sheep ; And unforeseen disaster thinn'd his fold ; Yet at another's loss the swain would weep ; And , for his friend , his very crook was sold . ch Chane 6 Ye sons of Wealth ! protect ...
עמוד 6
... fair ! the sweetest bud that blows ( Revives less lovely from the recent shower ; So Philomel enamour'd eyes the rose ; Sweet bird ! enamour'd of the sweetest flower . 9 He loved the Muse ; she taught him to complain ; He saw his ...
... fair ! the sweetest bud that blows ( Revives less lovely from the recent shower ; So Philomel enamour'd eyes the rose ; Sweet bird ! enamour'd of the sweetest flower . 9 He loved the Muse ; she taught him to complain ; He saw his ...
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adieu admire bard beauty Beauty mourns beneath bliss bloom boast bosom bower breast breathe bright Britons charms clime cowslips crown crown'd dame Damon dear Delia delight disdain drooping e'er ELEGY envy fair faithless fame Fancy fate favour'd fire flame flowers fond form'd Fortune's gentle glow gold grace grove haunts hear Hugh Miller inspired Leasowes Luxborough lyre maid mind mournful Muse Muse's Naiad native ne'er never nymph o'er pain paint peace pensive plain pleasing pleasure Plutus poet polish'd pomp praise pride radiant rage raptured reign rill rose rove rural scene scorn seem'd shade Shenstone shepherd shine shore shun sigh sing skies smile soft song soul stream swain sweet taste tear tender thee thine thou toils train tuneful Twas vale verdant VIRG virtue vulgar ween weep wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind youth
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עמוד 268 - To stay harsh justice in its mid career. On thee she calls, on thee her parent dear! . . (Ah ! too remote to ward the shameful blow!) 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...
עמוד 152 - I have found out a gift for my fair, I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me that plunder forbear. She will say 'twas a barbarous deed ; For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
עמוד 268 - And hardly she forbears, through awful fear, To rushen forth, and, with presumptuous hand, To stay harsh justice in its mid career. On thee she calls, on thee, her parent dear! (Ah ! too remote to ward the shameful blow !) 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..
עמוד 155 - Perhaps I was void of all thought ; Perhaps it was plain to foresee, That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me.
עמוד 270 - Ah me ! how much I fear lest pride it be ! But if that pride it be, which thus inspires, Beware, ye dames ! with nice discernment see Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires : Ah ! better far than all the Muses...
עמוד 267 - Twill whisper in her ear, and all the scene unfold. Lo now with state she utters the command ! Eftsoons the urchins to their tasks repair; Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn secured are ; To save from fingers wet the letters fair : The work so gay, that on their back is seen, St.
עמוד 152 - I hasted and planted it there ! 0 how sudden the jessamine strove With the lilac, to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love, To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands, and groves, What strains of wild melody flow ! How the nightingales warble their loves, From thickets of roses that blow ! And when her bright form shall appear ; Each bird shall harmoniously join In a concert so soft and so clear, As she may not be fond to resign.
עמוד 263 - ... mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name: Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame; They grieven sore in piteous durance pent, Aw'd by the...
עמוד 263 - So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave, Of sport, of song, of pleasure, of repast ; •They start, they stare, they wheel, they look aghast...
עמוד 265 - Yet euphrasy may not be left unsung, That gives dim eyes to wander leagues around...