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The Poetical Works of William Shenstone: With Life, Critical Dissertation ...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1868
admire appear bard beauty beneath bliss bloom boast bosom breast breathe bright bring charms crown Damon dear delight display face fair fame Fancy fate fields fire flame flow flowers fond gentle give glow gold grace green grove hand hear heart hill hope hour inspired kind maid mind mournful Muse native Nature ne'er never nymph o'er once pain paint peace pensive plain pleasing pleasure praise pride prove rage rise rose round rural scene scorn seen shade share shine shore sigh sight sing smile soft song soon soul sound spring stream sure swain sweet taste tear tender thee thine thou thought toils train tuneful Twas vain vale virtue voice wealth wild wind wish youth
Էջ 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...
Էջ 264 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labor did the fleece prepare: And sooth to say, her pupils, ranged around, Through pious awe did term it passing rare; For they in gaping wonderment abound, And think, no doubt, she been the greatest wight on ground! Albeit ne flattery did corrupt her truth, Ne pompous title did debauch her ear; Goody...
Էջ 152 - 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 lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Էջ 156 - Alas ! from the day that we met, What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
Էջ 267 - Right well she knew each temper to descry, To thwart the proud, and the submiss to raise...
Էջ 152 - Oh 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.
Էջ 264 - As is the harebell that adorns the field ; And in her hand, for sceptre, she does wield Tway birchen sprays...
Էջ 155 - She smiled — and I could not but love ; She is faithless — and I am undone. 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.
Էջ 150 - When forced the fair nymph to forego, What anguish I felt at my heart ! Yet I thought — but it might not be so — 'Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gazed, as I slowly withdrew, My path I could hardly discern ; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Էջ 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.