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adieu Alcon bard beauty beauty mourns beneath blest bliss bloom boast bosom bow'r breast breathe charms chearful clime cou'd crown'd dame Damon dear Delia delight drooping e'er ELEGY ELEGY ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fav'rite favour'd flame flow'rs fond form'd fortune's gen'rous gentle glow gold grace grove haunts hear heart heav'n kind lov'd Lycidas lyre Lyttelton maid merum metre mind mournful muse muse's naiads native ne'er never nymph o'er Ovid pain paint peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure pomp pow'r praise pray'r pride radiant rill rose rove rural scenes scorn seem'd shade shepherd shew shines shore shou'd show'r sigh silvan sing skies smile soft song soul stream swain sweet tear tender thee thine thou thro toils tow'ring train Twas vale virtue virtue's vulgar ween weep woes wou'd youth
第 192 頁 - 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...
第 191 頁 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
第 336 頁 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair ; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
第 334 頁 - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which Learning near her little dome did...
第 192 頁 - 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!
第 343 頁 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall DENNIS be! if rigid fates incline, And many an Epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
第 336 頁 - 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 335 頁 - And were not she rebellious breasts to quell, And were not she her statutes to maintain, The cot no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell, Where comely peace of mind, and decent order dwell.