The Poetical Works of William ShenstoneJ. Nichol, 1854 - 284 էջ |
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... Twas his fond heart effused the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill disclose So 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 ...
... Twas his fond heart effused the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill disclose So 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 ...
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... Twas life , ' twas taste , and - oh ! my foolish heart ! Substantial joy was fix'd in power and place . 6 And you , ye works of Art ! allured mine eye , The breathing picture , and the living stone : 66 Though gold , though splendour ...
... Twas life , ' twas taste , and - oh ! my foolish heart ! Substantial joy was fix'd in power and place . 6 And you , ye works of Art ! allured mine eye , The breathing picture , and the living stone : 66 Though gold , though splendour ...
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... Twas here his youth respired its earliest air ; ' Twas here his age breathed out its last adieu . 5 One favour'd son engaged his tenderest care ; One pious youth his whole affection crown'd ; In his young breast the virtues sprung so ...
... Twas here his youth respired its earliest air ; ' Twas here his age breathed out its last adieu . 5 One favour'd son engaged his tenderest care ; One pious youth his whole affection crown'd ; In his young breast the virtues sprung so ...
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... Twas on those Downs , 1 by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers , rustic , unrefined ! Freedom's plain sons , in martial cares employ'd ! They tinged their bodies , but unmask'd their mind . 11 ' Twas there , in happier times ...
... Twas on those Downs , 1 by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers , rustic , unrefined ! Freedom's plain sons , in martial cares employ'd ! They tinged their bodies , but unmask'd their mind . 11 ' Twas there , in happier times ...
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... Twas Jove's own nectar gave th ' ethereal hue : Can base plebeian forms contend with mine , Display the lovely white , or match the blue ? 16 " The painter strove to trace its azure ray ; He changed his colours , and in vain he strove ...
... Twas Jove's own nectar gave th ' ethereal hue : Can base plebeian forms contend with mine , Display the lovely white , or match the blue ? 16 " The painter strove to trace its azure ray ; He changed his colours , and in vain he strove ...
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adieu admire bard beauty Beauty mourns beneath Benjamin Wilks blest bliss bloom boast bosom bower breast breathe bright charms crown crown'd dame Damon dear Delia delight disdain display drooping e'er ELEGY envy fair faithless fame Fancy fate favour'd favourite fire flame flowers fond form'd gentle glow gold grace grove haunts hear Hugh Miller inspired Leasowes lustre lyre maid mind mournful Muse Muse's Naiad native ne'er nymph o'er pain paint peace pensive Phoebus plain pleasing pleasure Plutus polish'd pomp praise pride reign rill rose rove rural scene scorn seem'd shade Shenstone shepherd shine shore shun sigh sing skies Sloth smile soft song soul stream swain sweet taste tear tender thee thine thou toils train tuneful Twas vales verdant virtue Virtue's vulgar ween wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind ye bands yonder youth
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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.