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The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone: With Decorations, Volume 3
Volledige weergave - 1777
The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone ... With ..., Volume 1
Volledige weergave - 1777
appear beauty beneath bloom boſom breaſt breathe bright charms cou'd crown Damon dear delight diſplay doubt elegy Ev'n ev'ry face fair fame fancy fate fear fields figh fire flame flow flow'rs fond fortune gentle give glow gold grace grove hand hear heart hill hope hour kind lov'd maid mind mournful muſe muſt native nature ne'er never nymph o'er once pain paint peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride race riſe roſe round rural ſaw ſcenes ſcorn ſee ſeem ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmile ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſtream ſuch ſure ſweet tear tender thee theſe thine thoſe thou thro toils train Twas vain vale virtue voice wealth whoſe wild wind youth
Pagina 188 - 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...
Pagina 329 - 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...
Pagina 325 - 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...
Pagina 185 - 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 ev'ning repel ; Alas ! I am faint and forlorn : — I have bade my dear Phyllis farewel.
Pagina 331 - Ah me ! how much I fear left pride it be ! But if that pride it be, which thus infpires, Beware, ye dames, with nice difcernment fee, Ye quench not too the fparks of nobler fires : Ah ! better far than all the mufes...
Pagina 188 - 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.
Pagina 329 - 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...
Pagina 187 - 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.
Pagina 79 - Thou gav'ft the fheep that browze Iberian plains : Their plaintive cries the faithlefs region fill, Their fleece adorns an haughty foe's domains. Ill-fated flocks ! from cliff to cliff they ftray ; Far from their dams, their native guardians, far! Where the foft fhepherd, all the livelong day, Chants his proud miftrefs to his hoarfe guittar.