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Balaam beſtow bleffings Blouzelind breaſt breath cry'd CUDDY Dæmon defcend defigns ECLOGUE erft Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fecret fecure feen fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fighs fight filent filk filver fing fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong foon foul ftands ftate ftill ftreams fuch fung fwains fweet fwell Gnome guife hair heart Heav'n heel I three himſelf juft king laft laſt lefs LOBBIN CLOUT loft Lubberkin maid moſt mufe mufic muſt numbers Nymph o'er paffion parterre plain pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe pray'r raiſe reft rife roſe ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſharp ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtrain Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand three times mark thro trembling turn me thrice Twas Umbriel uſeful Vafes ween whofe Whoſe winds youth
Page 49 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On.
Page 47 - Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 39 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 57 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill. Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne.
Page 47 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 57 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 216 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Page 54 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.