Juvenile poemsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... groves display their annual pride : 40 Happy the man , who strings his tuneful lyre , Where woods , and brooks , and breathing fields in- spire ! Thrice happy you ! and worthy best to dwell Amidst the rural joys you sing so well . 45 I ...
... groves display their annual pride : 40 Happy the man , who strings his tuneful lyre , Where woods , and brooks , and breathing fields in- spire ! Thrice happy you ! and worthy best to dwell Amidst the rural joys you sing so well . 45 I ...
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... groves , But , charm'd to filence , listens while she sings , IS And all th ' aërial audience clap their wings . Soon as the flocks shook off the nightly dews , Two Swains , whom Love kept wakeful , and the Muse , Pour'd o'er the ...
... groves , But , charm'd to filence , listens while she sings , IS And all th ' aërial audience clap their wings . Soon as the flocks shook off the nightly dews , Two Swains , whom Love kept wakeful , and the Muse , Pour'd o'er the ...
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... groves ; Diana Cynthus , Ceres Hybla loves ; If Windfor - shades delight the matchless maid , Cynthus and Hybla yield to Windfor - shade . C STREPHON . All nature mourns , the skies relent in show'rs , 65 . Hush'd are the birds , and ...
... groves ; Diana Cynthus , Ceres Hybla loves ; If Windfor - shades delight the matchless maid , Cynthus and Hybla yield to Windfor - shade . C STREPHON . All nature mourns , the skies relent in show'rs , 65 . Hush'd are the birds , and ...
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... grove , But Delia always ; absent from her fight , Nor plains at morn , nor groves at noon delight . 80 DAPHNIS . Sylvia's like autumn ripe , yet mild as May , More bright than noon , yet fresh as early day ; Ev'n spring difpleases ...
... grove , But Delia always ; absent from her fight , Nor plains at morn , nor groves at noon delight . 80 DAPHNIS . Sylvia's like autumn ripe , yet mild as May , More bright than noon , yet fresh as early day ; Ev'n spring difpleases ...
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... groves my Rosalinda's name : But now the reeds shall hang on yonder tree , For ever filent fince despis'd by thee ... grove no lurking viper hides , But PASTORALS . 21.
... groves my Rosalinda's name : But now the reeds shall hang on yonder tree , For ever filent fince despis'd by thee ... grove no lurking viper hides , But PASTORALS . 21.
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Page 148 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky...
Page 81 - 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 165 - The Lock, obtain'd with Guilt, and kept with Pain, In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: With such a Prize no Mortal must be blest, So Heav'n decrees!
Page 138 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 156 - There she collects the force of female lungs, Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues. A vial next she fills with fainting fears, Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing' tears. The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to day. Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected and her hair unbound.
Page 169 - Cold is that breast which warm'd the world before, And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. Thus, if Eternal Justice rules the ball, Thus...
Page 104 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; 290 Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, 295 And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Page 109 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found.
Page 170 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 107 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...