The Poetical Works of William Shenstone: In Two Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for John Sharpe, 1808 |
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... Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill disclose So fair a fountain or so lov'd a stream . Ye loveless bards ! intent with artful pains To form a sigh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus ...
... Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill disclose So fair a fountain or so lov'd a stream . Ye loveless bards ! intent with artful pains To form a sigh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus ...
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... Twas life , ' twas taste , and - oh , my foolish heart ! Substantial joy was fix'd in pow'r and place . And you , ye works of Art ! allur'd mine eye , The breathing picture and the living stone : [ deny , ' Though gold , though splendor ...
... Twas life , ' twas taste , and - oh , my foolish heart ! Substantial joy was fix'd in pow'r and place . And you , ye works of Art ! allur'd mine eye , The breathing picture and the living stone : [ deny , ' Though gold , though splendor ...
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... twas Nature form'd the pray'r , To grace my native scenes , my rural home ; To see my trees express their planter's care , And gay , on Attic models , raise my dome . But now ' tis o'er , the dear delusion's o'er ! A stagnant breezeless ...
... twas Nature form'd the pray'r , To grace my native scenes , my rural home ; To see my trees express their planter's care , And gay , on Attic models , raise my dome . But now ' tis o'er , the dear delusion's o'er ! A stagnant breezeless ...
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... Twas here his youth respir'd its earliest air ; ' Twas here his age breath'd out its last adieu . One favour'd son engag'd his tenderest care ; One pious youth his whole affection crown'd ; In his young breast the virtues sprung so fair ...
... Twas here his youth respir'd its earliest air ; ' Twas here his age breath'd out its last adieu . One favour'd son engag'd his tenderest care ; One pious youth his whole affection crown'd ; In his young breast the virtues sprung so fair ...
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... Twas on those downs , by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers , rustic , unrefin'd ! Freedom's plain sons , in martial cares employ'd ! They ting'd their bodies , but unmask'd their mind . ' Twas there , in happier times , this ...
... Twas on those downs , by Roman hosts annoy'd , Fought our bold fathers , rustic , unrefin'd ! Freedom's plain sons , in martial cares employ'd ! They ting'd their bodies , but unmask'd their mind . ' Twas there , in happier times , this ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
bard beauty Beauty mourns beneath bless'd bliss bloom boast bosom bow'r breast breathe charms Clent hill crown'd dame Damon dear Delia delight drooping e'er Elegy envy ev'n fair faithless fame Fancy fate favour'd flame flow flow'rs fond form'd gentle glow gold grace ground grove haunts hear Heav'n hill lawn Leasowes Leather Lane lov'd lyre Lyttelton maid mind mournful Muse naiad native ne'er numbers nymph o'er pain paint path peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure polish'd pomp pow'r praise pride rill ROBERT DODSLEY rose rove rural scene scorn seat shade SHENSTONE shepherd shine shore shrubs shun sigh silvan sing skies smile soft song soul stream swain sweet swell taste tear tender thee thine thou toils train trees tuneful Twas vale valley verdant virtue ween wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wood youth
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Seite 159 - Eftsoons the urchins to their tasks repair; Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn secured are; To save from finger wet the letters fair: The work so gay, that on their back is seen, St. George's high achievements does declare; On which thilk wight that has y-gazing been Kens the forth-coming rod, unpleasing sight, I ween!
Seite 44 - What it is to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. Ah ! lead forth my flock in the morn, And the damps of each evening repel ; Alas ! I am faint and forlorn — • I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell.
Seite 158 - Here oft the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve, Hymned such psalms as Sternhold forth did mete, If winter 'twere, she to her hearth did cleave, But in her garden found a...
Seite 154 - AH me! full sorely is my heart forlorn, To think how modest Worth neglected lies While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone, as pride and pomp disguise; Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprise: Lend me thy clarion, goddess!
Seite 143 - 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.
Seite 155 - ... 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...
Seite 120 - If through the garden's flowery tribes I stray, Where bloom the jasmines that could once allure, "Hope not to find delight in us," they say, "For we are spotless, Jessy; we are pure.
Seite 57 - Their colours and their sash he wore, And in the fatal dress was found ; And now he must that death endure, Which gives the brave the keenest wound.
Seite 45 - 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.
Seite 157 - One ancient hen she took delight to feed, The plodding pattern of the busy dame, Which ever and anon, impell'd by need, Into her school, begirt with chickens, came; Such favour did her past deportment claim: 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 the smallest crumb she found.