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appear bard beauty beneath bloom breaſt breathe 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 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 Perhaps plain pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride race rage riſe roſe round rural ſaw ſcenes ſcorn ſee ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmile ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſpring ſtream ſuch ſure ſweet tear tender thee theſe thine thoſe thou thro toils train Twas vain vale virtue voice wealth whoſe wild wind youth
186 ページ - 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...
185 ページ - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, 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.
183 ページ - 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 ev'ning repel ; Alas ! I am faint and forlorn : — I have bade my dear Phyllis farewel.
186 ページ - twas a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue. 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.
325 ページ - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
118 ページ - The habitual scene of hill and dale, The rural herds, the vernal gale, The tangled vetch's purple bloom, The fragrance of the bean's perfume, Be theirs alone who cultivate the soil, And drink the cup of thirst, and eat the bread of toil.
326 ページ - And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue ; And plantain ribb'd, that heals the reaper's '.• wound; And marj'ram sweet, in shepherd's posie found; And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, To lurk amidst the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean, with mickle rare , perfume.
184 ページ - 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.
43 ページ - And, from his friend's condolance, hopes a cure. He, the dear youth, to whofe abodes I roam, Nor can mine honours, nor my fields extend ; Yet for his fake I leave my diftant home, , Which oaks embofom, and which hills defend. Beneath that home I fcorn the wintry wind ; The fpring, to...