The Beauties of English Poesy, Volum 1William Griffin, 1767 |
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Side 48
... shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Strait mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landskip round it measures , Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray . Mountains , on whose ...
... shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Strait mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landskip round it measures , Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray . Mountains , on whose ...
Side 73
... shepherd's posie found ; And lavender , whose spikes , of azure bloom , Shall be , ere - while , in arid bundles bound , To lurk amidst the labours of her loom , And crown her kerchiefs clean , with mickle rare [ perfume . And here trim ...
... shepherd's posie found ; And lavender , whose spikes , of azure bloom , Shall be , ere - while , in arid bundles bound , To lurk amidst the labours of her loom , And crown her kerchiefs clean , with mickle rare [ perfume . And here trim ...
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... now no more let Poets tell , To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is given ; His numbers rais'd a shade from hell , Her's lift the foul to Heav'n . THE : THE SHEPHERD'S WEEK . IN SIX PASTORALS . These 132 THE BEAUTIES OF.
... now no more let Poets tell , To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is given ; His numbers rais'd a shade from hell , Her's lift the foul to Heav'n . THE : THE SHEPHERD'S WEEK . IN SIX PASTORALS . These 132 THE BEAUTIES OF.
Side 133
... own part , I could with the simplicity were preferved , without recurring to such obsolete antiquity for the manner of expressing it . MONDAY ; MONDAY ; OR , THE SQUABBLE . T LOBBIN CLOUT ENGLISH POESY . 133 The Shepherd's Week.
... own part , I could with the simplicity were preferved , without recurring to such obsolete antiquity for the manner of expressing it . MONDAY ; MONDAY ; OR , THE SQUABBLE . T LOBBIN CLOUT ENGLISH POESY . 133 The Shepherd's Week.
Side 137
... , Her breath by far excell'd the breathing cows . LOBBIN CLOUT . ! Leek to the Welch , to Dutchmen butter's dear , Of Irish swains potatoe is the chear ; Oats , Oats , for their feafts , the Scottish shepherds grind ENGLISH POESY . 137.
... , Her breath by far excell'd the breathing cows . LOBBIN CLOUT . ! Leek to the Welch , to Dutchmen butter's dear , Of Irish swains potatoe is the chear ; Oats , Oats , for their feafts , the Scottish shepherds grind ENGLISH POESY . 137.
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Balaam beſt beſtow bleſſings Blouzelinda breath cauſe cloſe cry'd CUDDY Dæmon damſel deſigns diſtant e'er eaſe ECLOGUE Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fighs filent filver fing fire firſt flow'rs folemn fome fong foon foul hair heart Heav'n heel I three inſpire juſt king laſt leſs LOBBIN CLOUT loft Lubberkin maid moſt muſe Muſic muſt numbers Nymph o'er parterre paſſion plain pleaſing pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe pray'r preſent pride raiſe repoſe reſt rife riſe roſe ſad ſay ſcenes ſcorn ſecret ſecure ſee ſeen ſenſe ſet ſhade ſhall ſhare ſharp ſhe ſhepherds ſhew ſhine ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſmile ſoft ſome ſon ſpeak ſpirit ſpoke ſpread ſpring ſtands ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtrain ſtream ſtrike ſuch ſung ſurvey ſwain ſweet ſwell Sylphs taſte tears thee theſe thoſe thou three times mark thrice thro trembling Twas verſe ween whoſe winds youth
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Side 55 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 39 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Side 52 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 55 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 120 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Side 45 - Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee, The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew...
Side 11 - Of broken Troops an easy Conquest find. Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild Disorder seen, With Throngs promiscuous strow the level Green.
Side 45 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 27 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Side 5 - 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.