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Quotes by S. Shenstone
For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, yet so true.— filed under Story-Telling
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield.— filed under Apparel
Perch'd on the cedar's topmost bough, And gay with gilded wings, Perchance the patron of his vow, Some artless linnet sings. C.— filed under Birds-Lark
Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn secured are; To save from finger wet the letters fair.— filed under Books
Sloth views the towers of fame with envious eyes, Desirous still, still impotent to rise.— filed under Fame
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.— filed under Farewell
Pun-provoking thyme. X.— filed under Herbage
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.— filed under Insects-Bee
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottoes are shaded with trees, And my hills are white over with sheep.— filed under Nature
Whoe'er has travel'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome, at an inn.— filed under Occupations-Hatters
A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo.— filed under Occupations-Tailoring
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.— filed under Parting