Bell's Edition, 99-100. kötet

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J. Bell, 1793
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45. oldal - COME listen to my mournful tale. Ye tender hearts, and lovers dear ; Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh, Nor will you blush to shed a tear. And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid, Do thou a pensive ear incline ; For thou canst weep at every woe, And pity every plaint, but mine. Young Dawson was a gallant...
189. oldal - 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.
165. oldal - For she was just, and friend to virtuous lore, And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed ; And, in those elfins...
167. oldal - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain ? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain?
167. oldal - She meditates a prayer to set him free; Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny, (If gentle pardon could with dames agree,) To her sad grief that swells in either eye, And wrings her so that all for pity she could die.
163. oldal - And if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Fragment of bread, she would collect the same ; For well she knew, and quaintly could expound, What sin it were to waste...
184. oldal - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love, To prune the wild branches away.
183. oldal - My banks they are furnished with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottoes are shaded with trees, And my hills are white over with sheep.
170. oldal - Heaven shield their short-lived pastimes, I implore ! For well may freedom erst so dearly won, Appear to British elf more gladsome than the sun.
xviii. oldal - ... to country solitudes, and sought his happiness in rural employments, has a right to consider himself as a real shepherd. The flocks, the meadows, and the grottos, are his own, and the embellishment of his farm his sole amusement. As the sentiments, therefore, were inspired by Nature, and that in the earlier part of his life, he hopes they will retain a natural appearance; diffusing at least some part of that amusement which he freely acknowledges he received from the composition of them.

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