The Poetical Works of William ShenstoneJ. Nichol, 1854 - 284 էջ |
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... praise me for ever before the sun ! " We confess ourselves , having never seen the Leasowes , wholly unable to form a distinct image of that miniature model paradise Shenstone made it , and of course entirely dis- qualified to describe ...
... praise me for ever before the sun ! " We confess ourselves , having never seen the Leasowes , wholly unable to form a distinct image of that miniature model paradise Shenstone made it , and of course entirely dis- qualified to describe ...
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... praise of simplicity . Friend II . On Posthumous Reputation . To a Friend PAGE To a 1 3 67 5 III . On the Untimely Death of a certain learned acquaint- ance IV . Ophelia's Urn . To Mr Graves V. He compares the turbulence of love with ...
... praise of simplicity . Friend II . On Posthumous Reputation . To a Friend PAGE To a 1 3 67 5 III . On the Untimely Death of a certain learned acquaint- ance IV . Ophelia's Urn . To Mr Graves V. He compares the turbulence of love with ...
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... PRAISE OF SIM- PLICITY . TO A FRIEND . 1 FOR rural virtues , and for native skies , I bade Augusta's 1 venal sons farewell ; Now ' mid the trees I see my smoke arise , Now hear the fountains bubbling round my cell . 20 may that Genius ...
... PRAISE OF SIM- PLICITY . TO A FRIEND . 1 FOR rural virtues , and for native skies , I bade Augusta's 1 venal sons farewell ; Now ' mid the trees I see my smoke arise , Now hear the fountains bubbling round my cell . 20 may that Genius ...
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... praise , for flattery sighing , sigh forlorn ! 6 Soft as the line of lovesick Hammond flows , " 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 ...
... praise , for flattery sighing , sigh forlorn ! 6 Soft as the line of lovesick Hammond flows , " 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 ...
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... 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 , rove ...
... 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 , rove ...
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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.