The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 24. kötetMitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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adieu bard beauty Beauty mourns beneath bless'd bliss bloom boast bosom bow'r breast breathe bright Carthage charms Clent Hill crown'd Damon dear Delia delight display'd e'er Elegy envy ev'n fair faithless fame Fancy fate favour'd fire flame flow flowers fond form'd genius gentle glow gold grace ground grove haunts heart Heaven hill JAMES CAWTHORN lawn Leasowes lov'd lyre Lyttelton maid mind mournful Muse Muse's Naiad native ne'er nymph o'er pain paint passion peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure polish'd pomp pow'r praise pride rill rose rove rural sacred scene scorn seat shade shepherd shine shore Shropshire shrubs shun sigh silvan skies smile soft song soul stream swain sweet taste tear tender thee thine thou toils train trees Twas vale virtue ween weep wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind XXIV youth
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289. oldal - Whilom a twig of small regard to see, Though now so wide its waving branches flow ; And work the simple vassals mickle...
5. oldal - Whether to plant a walk in undulating curves, and to place a bench at every turn where there is an object to catch the view; to make water run where it will be heard, and to stagnate where it will be seen...
181. oldal - 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
289. oldal - Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name : Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame; They grieven sore in piteous durance pent, Aw'd by the power of this relentless dame : And oft-times, on vagaries idly bent, For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, are sorely shent.
129. oldal - Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
191. oldal - Dawson, monarch of my heart, Think not thy death shall end our loves, For thou and I will never part. Yet might sweet mercy find a place, And bring relief to Jemmy's woes, O GEORGE, without a prayer for thee My orisons should never close.
185. oldal - The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose, The sound of a murmuring stream, The peace which from solitude flows, Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme. High transports are shown to the sight, But...
181. oldal - Are the groves and the valleys as gay, And the shepherds as gentle as ours ? The groves may perhaps be as fair...
289. oldal - So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave, Of sport, of song, of pleasure, of repast; They start, they stare, they wheel, they look aghast...
182. oldal - I show you the charms of my love, She is fairer than you can believe. With her mien she enamours the brave; With her wit she engages the free; With her modesty pleases the grave; She is ev'ry way pleasing to me.