The Poetical Works of William ShenstoneJ. Nichol, 1854 - 284 էջ |
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... soul Love's gentle tyrant seats his awful throne , Write from thy bosom - let not art control The ready pen , that makes his edicts known . 9 Pleasing , when youth is long expired , to trace The forms our pencil or our pen design'd ...
... soul Love's gentle tyrant seats his awful throne , Write from thy bosom - let not art control The ready pen , that makes his edicts known . 9 Pleasing , when youth is long expired , to trace The forms our pencil or our pen design'd ...
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... soul has yet survived its dreariest time ; Ill can I bear the various clime of Love ! Love is a pleasing , but a various clime . 4 So smiles immortal Maro's favourite shore , Parthenope , with every verdure crown'd ; When straight ...
... soul has yet survived its dreariest time ; Ill can I bear the various clime of Love ! Love is a pleasing , but a various clime . 4 So smiles immortal Maro's favourite shore , Parthenope , with every verdure crown'd ; When straight ...
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... soul ! 12 If near some trophy spring a stripling bay , Pleased we behold the graceful umbrage rise ; But soon too deep it works its baneful way , And low on earth the prostrate ruin lies.1 ELEGY IX . HE DESCRIBES HIS DISINTERESTEDNESS ...
... soul ! 12 If near some trophy spring a stripling bay , Pleased we behold the graceful umbrage rise ; But soon too deep it works its baneful way , And low on earth the prostrate ruin lies.1 ELEGY IX . HE DESCRIBES HIS DISINTERESTEDNESS ...
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... soul weeps , my breast with anguish bleeds , When Love deplores the tyrant power of Gain ! Disdaining riches as the futile weeds , I rise superior , and the rich disdain . B 9 Oft from the stream , slow - wandering down ELEGIES . 17.
... soul weeps , my breast with anguish bleeds , When Love deplores the tyrant power of Gain ! Disdaining riches as the futile weeds , I rise superior , and the rich disdain . B 9 Oft from the stream , slow - wandering down ELEGIES . 17.
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... soul distain'd with earth and gold , So loved the pure , the generous breast , as I. 11 Scorn'd be the wretch that quits his genial bowl , His loves , his friendships , even his self resigns ; Perverts the sacred instinct of his soul ...
... soul distain'd with earth and gold , So loved the pure , the generous breast , as I. 11 Scorn'd be the wretch that quits his genial bowl , His loves , his friendships , even his self resigns ; Perverts the sacred instinct of his soul ...
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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.