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appear bard beauty beneath bloom boſom breaſt bright charms cou'd crown Damon dear delight diſplay doubt elegy ev'n ev'ry face fair fame fancy fate fear fields figh fire flame flow flow'rs fome fond fortune foul 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 plain pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride race riſe roſe round rural ſaw ſcenes ſcorn ſee ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmile ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſtream ſuch ſweet tear tender thee theſe thine thoſe thou thro toils train Twas vain virtue voice wealth whoſe wild wind yield youth
第 322 頁 - And at the door imprisoning board is seen, Lest weakly wights of smaller size should stray; Eager, perdie, to bask in sunny day! The noises intermix'd, which thence resound, Do learning's little tenement betray; Where sits the dame, disguised in look profound And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around.
第 327 頁 - 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...
第 320 頁 - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise, Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize...
第 185 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 217 頁 - tis genius gives you fame, And NED, thro' fkill, fecures the game. THE POET AND THE DUN. 1741. Thefe are meflengers That feelingly perfuade me what I am. SHAKESPEAR. V_/OMES a dun in the morning and raps at my door— " I made bold to call — 'tis a twelvemonth and more — I'm forry, believe me, to trouble you thus, Sir, — But JOB wou'd be paid, Sir, had JOB been a mercer.
第 328 頁 - Till Fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known chest the dame repair; Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth 'em greet, And ginger-bread y-rare; now, certes, doubly sweet!
第 328 頁 - Abhorreth bench and stool, and fourm, and chair; (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair;) And eke with snubs profound, and heaving breast, Convulsions intermitting!
第 117 頁 - Search but the garden, or the wood, Let yon admir'd carnation own, Not all was meant for raiment, or for food, Not all for needful...