My banks they are furnish’d with bees,
Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
Quotes from Works, Vol. I: Verse — William Shenstone
1714–1763 England
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For seldom shall she hear a tale
So sad, so tender, yet so true.
Works, Vol. I: Verse (1764)
Love is a pleasing, but a various clime!
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She pleas'd while distant, but, when near, she charm'd.
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Theirs is the present who can praise the past.
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Sloth views the tow'rs of fame with envious eyes;
Desirous still, still impotent to rise.
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Let the gull'd fool the toil of war pursue,
Where bleed the many to enrich the few.
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Perish the lover, whose imperfect flame
Forgets one feature of the nymph he lov'd.
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I trimm'd my lamp, consumed the midnight oil.
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I have found out a gift for my fair;
I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.
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So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
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Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Shenstone (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.