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bard beauty Beauty mourns beneath bless'd bliss bloom boast bosom bow'r breast breathe charms Clent hill crown crown'd dame Damon dear Delia delight drooping dryads e'er Elegy envy ev'n fair faithless fame Fancy fate flame flow flow'rs fond form'd gentle glow gold grace ground grove haunts hear Heav'n hill lawn Leasowes lov'd lyre Lyttelton maid mind Mnse 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 radiant rill ROBERT DODSLEY rose rove rural scene scorn seat shade shepherd shine shore shrubs shun sigh silvan sing skies smil'd smile soft song soul stream swain sweet swell taste tear tender thee thine thou toils train trees tuneful Twas vale verdant virtue ween wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind woods youth
159 ページ - 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!
158 ページ - 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...
154 ページ - 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!
143 ページ - 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.
155 ページ - ... 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...
120 ページ - 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.
57 ページ - 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.
45 ページ - 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.
157 ページ - 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.