The Works in Verse and Prose, Volume 1R. and J. Dodsley, 1764 |
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bard beauty beneath bleft blifs bloom boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt careleſs cauſe charms chearful cou'd crown'd DAMON dear defire DELIA diftant diſplay eaſe ELEGY Ev'n ev'ry facred faid fair fame fate fcenes fcorn feem fhade fhall fhepherd fhew fhore fhou'd fhun figh fimplicity fing firſt flame flow'rs fmile focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foothe foul friendſhip fuch fure fwain fweet fwell gentle grace grove lefs lov'd lyre maid mind moffy moſt mournful mufe muſe muſt native ne'er nymph o'er paffion peace penfive plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe raiſe reign rife roſe rural ſaw ſcene ſcorn ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſpring ſtep ſtrain ſtream ſweet taſte tear tender thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou thro toils tow'ring Twas virtue whofe whoſe wiſh wou'd youth
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Page 192 - I 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...
Page 337 - Fresh baum, and marygold of cheerful hue : The lowly gill, that never dares to climb ; And more I fain would sing, disdaining here to rhyme.
Page 191 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Page 336 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair ; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Page 334 - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which Learning near her little dome did...
Page 192 - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves. What strains of wild melody flow!
Page 343 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall DENNIS be! if rigid fates incline, And many an Epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
Page 336 - 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.
Page 335 - And were not she rebellious breasts to quell, And were not she her statutes to maintain, The cot no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell, Where comely peace of mind, and decent order dwell.
Page 189 - What it is to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. Ah ! lead forth my flock in the morn, And the damps of each evening repel ; Alas ! I am faint and forlorn — • I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell.