The Works of the English Poets: ShenstoneH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... flows nct from the heart , But mourns in labour'd strains , the price of fame ! O lov'd fimplicity , be thine the prize ! Affiduous art correct her page in vain ! His be the palm who , guiltless of disguise , Contemns the power , the ...
... flows nct from the heart , But mourns in labour'd strains , the price of fame ! O lov'd fimplicity , be thine the prize ! Affiduous art correct her page in vain ! His be the palm who , guiltless of disguise , Contemns the power , the ...
Halaman 14
Samuel Johnson. Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows ,, ' Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill difclofe So fair a fountain , or fo lov'd a stream . Ye loveless bards ! intent with artful ...
Samuel Johnson. Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows ,, ' Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill difclofe So fair a fountain , or fo lov'd a stream . Ye loveless bards ! intent with artful ...
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Samuel Johnson. H 17 ow ; ld . upply ; in ! eme ; re , m ; .t blows er ; flower ! mplain ; nd ; . tin vain ; ' s friend . She Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows.
Samuel Johnson. H 17 ow ; ld . upply ; in ! eme ; re , m ; .t blows er ; flower ! mplain ; nd ; . tin vain ; ' s friend . She Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows.
Halaman 14
Samuel Johnson. Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows ,, ' Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill difclofe So fair a fountain , or fo lov'd a stream . Ye lovelefs bards ! intent with artful ...
Samuel Johnson. Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows ,, ' Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme ; Ah ! never could Aonia's hill difclofe So fair a fountain , or fo lov'd a stream . Ye lovelefs bards ! intent with artful ...
Halaman 28
... flows ; My grateful sheep their annual fleeces bring Fair in my garden buds the damask rofe , And , from my grove , I hear the throstle fing . My fellow fwains ! avert your dazzled eyes ; In vain allur'd by glittering spoils they rove ...
... flows ; My grateful sheep their annual fleeces bring Fair in my garden buds the damask rofe , And , from my grove , I hear the throstle fing . My fellow fwains ! avert your dazzled eyes ; In vain allur'd by glittering spoils they rove ...
Edisi yang lain - Lihat semua
Istilah dan frasa umum
bard beauty beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom bower breaſt charms chearful crown'd Damon dear defire Delia diftant diſplay ELEGY ev'n facred fair falute fame fancy fate fcenes fcorn fecure feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhore fhun figh fing flame flowers fmiles focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foothe foul friendſhip ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell gentle grace grove inſpire laſt lefs lov'd lyre maid mind moffy mournful Mufe muft Muſe muſt Naiad native ne'er nymph o'er paffion peace penfive plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride raiſe reafon reign rife rills rofe roſe rural ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpring ſtore ſtray ſweets taſte tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toils train Twas vale virtue whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE youth
Bagian yang populer
Halaman 281 - And work the simple vassals mickle woe; For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew, But their limbs...
Halaman 158 - Alas ! from the day that we met What hope of an end to my woes ? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain : The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
Halaman 284 - 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.
Halaman 151 - 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.
Halaman 154 - 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.
Halaman 156 - Tis his with mock passion to glow, Tis his in smooth tales to unfold, " How her face is as bright as the snow, And her bosom, be sure, is as cold. How the nightingales labour the strain, With the notes of his charmer to vie; How they vary their accents in vain, Repine at her triumphs, and die.
Halaman 153 - 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...
Halaman 287 - She sees no kind domestic visage near, And soon a flood of tears begins to flow And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe. 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...
Halaman 282 - Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield : Her apron dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe, As is the hare-bell that adorns the field : And in her hand, for sceptre, she does wield Tway birchen sprays...
Halaman 152 - But a sweet-brier 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.