The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq;: I. Elegies on several occasions. II. Odes, songs, ballads, &c. III. Levities, or pieces of humour. IV. Moral pieces
R. and J. Dodsley, in Pall-mall., 1764 - 345 頁
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appear bard beauty beneath bloom breaſt breathe bright charms cou'd crown'd Damon dear death delight diſplay doubt elegy ev'n ev'ry face fair fame fancy fate fear fields fire flow flow'rs fond fortune gentle give glow gold grace grove hand hear heart hill hope hour kind lov'd maid mind mournful muſe muſt native nature ne'er never nymph o'er once pain paint peace penſive perhaps plain pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride riſe roſe round rural ſaw ſcenes ſcorn ſee ſeem ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſigh ſkies ſmile ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſtream ſuch ſweet tear tender thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thro toils train Twas vain virtue voice wealth whoſe wild wind youth
第 330 頁 - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which Learning near her little dome did...
第 188 頁 - I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity was due to a dove, That it ever attended the bold ; And she call'd it the sister of love. But her words such a pleasure convey, So much I her accents adore, Let her speak, and whatever she say, Methinks, I should love her the more.
第 332 頁 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
第 190 頁 - She is every way pleasing to me. 0 you that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays ! 1 could lay down my life for the swain, That will sing but a song in her praise.
第 186 頁 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
第 335 頁 - To thwart the proud, and the fubmifs to raife ; Some with vile copper prize exalt on high, And fome entice with pittance fmall of praife ; And other fome with baleful...
第 193 頁 - 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.
第 187 頁 - To visit some far distant shrine, If he bear but a relique away, Is happy, nor heard to repine. Thus, widely remov'd from the fair, Where my vows, my devotion I owe ; Soft hope is the relique I bear, And my solace wherever I go.
第 336 頁 - She sees no kind domestic visage near, And soon a flood of tears begins to flow And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe. 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...