WILLIAM SHENSTONE. SHENSTONE, WILLIAM, an English poet; born at the Leasowes, Halesowen, Worcestershire, November 13, 1714; died there, Febru ary 11, 1763. He studied at Pembroke College, Oxford, but did not take a degree. At the age of thirty the paternal estate of Leasowes came into his hand, and, as Johnson says, "he began to point his prospects, to diversify his surface, to entangle his walks, and to wind his waters." He is known almost wholly by his poem "The Schoolmistress," consisting of nearly forty stanzas in the Spenserian measure. This poem was published in 1742, and so was written while he was a student at Oxford. PASTORAL BALLAD. SINCE Phyllis vouchsafed me a look, I prized every hour that went by, Beyond all that had pleased me before; And I grieve that I prize them no more. But why do I languish in vain; Why wander thus pensively here? They tell me my favorite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown: When forced the fair nymph to forego, She gazed as I slowly withdrew, I thought that she bade me return. The pilgrim that journeys all day Is happy, nor heard to repine. And my solace wherever I go. SONG. I TOLD my nymph, I told her true, Of crops destroyed by vernal cold, How, changed by Fortune's fickle wind, How, if she deigned my love to bless, Go shear your flocks, ye jovial swains! DISAPPOINTMENT. (From "A Pastoral.") YE shepherds! give ear to my lay, Yet do not my folly reprove: She was fair and my passion begun; She smiled and I could not but love; Perhaps I was void of all thought; That a nymph so complete would be sought It banishes wisdom the while, She is faithless, and I am undone : What it cannot instruct you to cure. Amid nymphs of a higher degree: It is not for me to explain How fair and how fickle they be. Alas! from the day that we met, The glance that undid my repose? The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I reared for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me. The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose, Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme. As I with my Phyllis had known. O ye woods, spread your branches apace! I would hide with the beasts of the chase, Yet my reed shall resound through the grove THE DAME AND HER SCHOOL. (From "The Schoolmistress.") A RUSSET stole was o'er her shoulders thrown, 'T was her own country bred the flock so fair; "T was her own labor did the fleece prepare: And sooth to say, her pupils, ranged around, Through pious awe did term it passing rare; For they in gaping wonderment abound, And think, no doubt, she been the greatest wight on ground! Albeit ne flattery did corrupt her truth, Ne pompous title did debauch her ear; Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear: Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear; Ne would esteem him act as mought behoove, Who should not honored eld with these revere : For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love. One ancient hen she took delight to feed, Fragment of bread, she would collect the same; Herbs too she knew, and well of each could speak, Fresh balm, and marygold of cheerful hue, And more I fain would sing, disdaining here to rhyme. Yet euphrasy may not be left unsung, That gives dim eyes to wander leagues around; And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue; And plantain ribbed, that heals the reaper's wound; And marjoram sweet, in shepherd's posie found; And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom Shall be erewhile in arid bundles bound, To lurk amid the labors of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean with mickle rare perfume. And here trim rosemarine, that whilom crowned A sacred shelter for its branches here, Where edged with gold its glittering skirts appear. O wassel days! O customs meet and well! Ere this was banished from its lofty sphere! Simplicity then sought this humble cell, Nor ever would she more with thane and lordling dwell. |