The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq In two volumes. With Decorations. The fourth edition |
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 | The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq |  |
ELEGY VI. To a lady on the language of birds.
Come then, Dione, let us range the grove,
The science of the feather'd choirs explore:
Hear linnets argue, larks descant of love,
And blame the gloom of solitude no more.
The science of the feather'd choirs explore:
Hear linnets argue, larks descant of love,
And blame the gloom of solitude no more.
My doubt subsides—'tis no Italian song,
Nor senseless ditty, chears the vernal tree:
Ah! who, that hears Dione's tuneful tongue,
Shall doubt that music may with sense agree?
Nor senseless ditty, chears the vernal tree:
Ah! who, that hears Dione's tuneful tongue,
Shall doubt that music may with sense agree?
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And come, my muse! that lov'st the silvan shade;
Evolve the mazes, and the mist dispel:
Translate the song; convince my doubting maid,
No solemn dervise can explain so well.—
Evolve the mazes, and the mist dispel:
Translate the song; convince my doubting maid,
No solemn dervise can explain so well.—
Pensive beneath the twilight shades I sate,
The slave of hopeless vows, and cold disdain!
When Philomel address'd his mournful mate,
And thus I constru'd the mellifluent strain.
The slave of hopeless vows, and cold disdain!
When Philomel address'd his mournful mate,
And thus I constru'd the mellifluent strain.
“Sing on, my bird—the liquid notes prolong,
At ev'ry note a lover sheds his tear;
Sing on, my bird—'tis Damon hears thy song;
Nor doubt to gain applause, when lovers hear.
At ev'ry note a lover sheds his tear;
Sing on, my bird—'tis Damon hears thy song;
Nor doubt to gain applause, when lovers hear.
He the sad source of our complaining knows;
A foe to Tereus, and to lawless love!
He mourns the story of our ancient woes;
Ah could our music his complaint remove!
A foe to Tereus, and to lawless love!
He mourns the story of our ancient woes;
Ah could our music his complaint remove!
Yon' plains are govern'd by a peerless maid;
And see pale Cynthia mounts the vaulted sky,
A train of lovers court the checquer'd shade;
Sing on, my bird, and hear thy mate's reply.
And see pale Cynthia mounts the vaulted sky,
A train of lovers court the checquer'd shade;
Sing on, my bird, and hear thy mate's reply.
Ere while no shepherd to these woods retir'd;
No lover blest the glow-worm's pallid ray:
But ill-star'd birds, that list'ning not admir'd,
Or list'ning envy'd our superior lay.
No lover blest the glow-worm's pallid ray:
But ill-star'd birds, that list'ning not admir'd,
Or list'ning envy'd our superior lay.
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Chear'd by the sun, the vassals of his pow'r,
Let such by day unite their jarring strains!
But let us chuse the calm, the silent hour,
Nor want fit audience while Dione reigns.”
Let such by day unite their jarring strains!
But let us chuse the calm, the silent hour,
Nor want fit audience while Dione reigns.”
| The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq | |