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Like om fair fhepherdefs , the Sylvan mufe Should wear thofe flowers her native fields pro} duce ; And the true measure of the fhepherd's wit Should , like his garb , be for the country fit : Yet muft his pure and unaffected thought ...
Like om fair fhepherdefs , the Sylvan mufe Should wear thofe flowers her native fields pro} duce ; And the true measure of the fhepherd's wit Should , like his garb , be for the country fit : Yet muft his pure and unaffected thought ...
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Rous'd from thefe dreams by thy commanding ftrain , I rife and wander through the field or plain ; Led by thy mufe , from fport to fport I run , Mark the ftretch'd line , or hear the thundering gun .
Rous'd from thefe dreams by thy commanding ftrain , I rife and wander through the field or plain ; Led by thy mufe , from fport to fport I run , Mark the ftretch'd line , or hear the thundering gun .
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FIRST in these fields I try the fylvan strains , Nor blush to sport on Windfor's blissful plains : Fair Thames , flow gently from thy facred fpring , While on thy banks Sicilian mufes fing ; Let vernal airs through trembling ofiers play ...
FIRST in these fields I try the fylvan strains , Nor blush to sport on Windfor's blissful plains : Fair Thames , flow gently from thy facred fpring , While on thy banks Sicilian mufes fing ; Let vernal airs through trembling ofiers play ...
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O'er golden fands let rich Pactolus flow , And trees weep amber on the banks of Po ; Bleft Thames's fhores the brightest beauties yield ; Feed here my lambs , I'll seek no diftant field . DAPHNIS . Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves ...
O'er golden fands let rich Pactolus flow , And trees weep amber on the banks of Po ; Bleft Thames's fhores the brightest beauties yield ; Feed here my lambs , I'll seek no diftant field . DAPHNIS . Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves ...
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In thofe fair fields where facred Ifis glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides ? As in the cryflal fpring I view my face ... When weary reapers quit the fultry field , And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield .
In thofe fair fields where facred Ifis glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides ? As in the cryflal fpring I view my face ... When weary reapers quit the fultry field , And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield .
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Page 92 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 23 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 92 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 89 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 89 - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
Page 13 - Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 9 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners.
Page 35 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 161 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...
Page 102 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!