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adieu bard beauty beneath blest bliss bloom boast bosom bow'r breast breathe charms chearful clime cou'd crown crown'd dame Damon dear Delia delight display drist drooping e'er ELEGY ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fatire fav'rite favour'd flame flow'rs fond form'd fortune's foul gen'rous gentle glow gold grace grove haunts hear heav'n lise lov'd lyre maid mind mournful muse muse's naiads native ne'er never nymph o'er pain paint peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure pomp pow'r praise pray'r pride racter radiant reign rill rose rove rural scenes scorn sear seem'd shade shepherd shew shine shore shou'd sields sigh sing sire sirst smile soft song soul stream swain sweet swist tear tender thee thine thou thro toils tow'ring train Twas vale verdant virtue virtue's vulgar ween wou'd youth
322 ページ - 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.
327 ページ - 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...
320 ページ - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise, Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize...
185 ページ - 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.
217 ページ - 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.
328 ページ - 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!
328 ページ - 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!
117 ページ - 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...