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adieu Alcon bard beauty beauty mourns beneath blest bliss bloom boast bosom bow'r breast breathe charms chearful clime cou'd crown'd cry'd dame Damon dear Delia delight drooping e'er ELEGY ELEGY ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fav'rite favour'd flame flow'rs fond form'd fortune's gen'rous gentle glitt'ring glow gold grace grove haunts hear heav'n kind lov'd lyre maid merum metre mind mournful muse muse's naiads native ne'er never nymph o'er Ovid pain paint peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure polish'd pomp pow'r praise pray'r pride radiant rill rose rove rural scenes scorn seem'd shade shepherd shew shine shore shou'd sigh silvan sing skies smile soft song soul stream swain sweet tear tender thee thine thou thro toils tow'rs train Twas vale verdant virtue virtue's vulgar ween weep woes wou'd youth
334 ページ - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which Learning near her little dome did...
192 ページ - 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.
336 ページ - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
194 ページ - She is every way pleasing to me. 0 you that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays ! 1 could lay down my life for the swain, That will sing but a song in her praise.
190 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.
339 ページ - To thwart the proud, and the fubmifs to raife ; Some with vile copper prize exalt on high, And fome entice with pittance fmall of praife ; And other fome with baleful...
197 ページ - 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.
191 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.
340 ページ - 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...