The Works, in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq, Band 1

H.S. Woodfall, 1773

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Seite 313 - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which Learning near her little dome did...
Seite 110 - Th' habitual fcene of hill and dale, The rural herds, the vernal gale, The tangled vetch's purple bloom, The fragrance of the bean's perfume, Be theirs alone who cultivate the foil, And drink the cup of thirft, and eat the bread of toil.
Seite 180 - I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove ; She was fair — and my passion begun ; She smil'd — and I could not but love ; She is faithless — and I am undone.
Seite 172 - A brighter never trod the plain ; And well he lov'd one charming maid. And dearly was he lov'd again. One tender maid, she lov'd him dear, Of gentle blood the damsel came ; And faultless was her beauteous form, And spotless was her virgin fame. But curse on Party's...
Seite 178 - As— she may not be fond to resign. 1 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.
Seite 309 - No ! may the deep my villain-corfe devour, If all the wealth Iberian mines conceal, If all the charms Iberian maids difclofe, If thine, ELVIRA, thine, uniting all ! Thus far prevail — nor can thy virtuous breaft Demand, what honour, faith, and love denies.
Seite 324 - And must be bought, though penury betide. The plumb all azure and the nut all brown, And here each season do those cakes abide, Whose honour'd names th* inventive city own, Rendering through Britain's isle Salopia's praises known.
Seite 121 - AVON'S tide ; Bright as the water-lily, fprung, And glittering near its fide. Frefh as the bordering flowers, her bloom : Her eye, all mild to view ; The little halcyon's azure plume Was never half fo blue. Her...
Seite 319 - 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...
Seite 180 - Amid nymphs of an higher degree ; It is not for me to explain How fair and how fickle they be. 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.

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