The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, Том 1J. Rivington, 1788 |
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... 'd with eternal gales , The youthful fun And balmy spirit all . Shot his best rays , and ftill the gracious clouds Drop'd fatnefs down ; as o'er the swelling mead , The herds and flocks , commixing , play'd fecure . ΤΟ SPRING .
... 'd with eternal gales , The youthful fun And balmy spirit all . Shot his best rays , and ftill the gracious clouds Drop'd fatnefs down ; as o'er the swelling mead , The herds and flocks , commixing , play'd fecure . ΤΟ SPRING .
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... waters ; no fulphureous glooms Swell'd in the fky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the fprings of life . But now , of turbid elements the sport , From 12 SPRING .
... waters ; no fulphureous glooms Swell'd in the fky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the fprings of life . But now , of turbid elements the sport , From 12 SPRING .
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... Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away , And , whitening , down their moffy - tinctur'd ftream Defcends the billowy foam : now is the time , While yet the dark - brown water aids the guile , To tempt the trout . The well ...
... Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away , And , whitening , down their moffy - tinctur'd ftream Defcends the billowy foam : now is the time , While yet the dark - brown water aids the guile , To tempt the trout . The well ...
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... , the mountain's mifty top Swell on the fight , and brighten with the dawn . Blue , thro ' the dusk , the fmoaking currents fhine ; And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps , awkward : while along the foreft - glade 42 SUMMER .
... , the mountain's mifty top Swell on the fight , and brighten with the dawn . Blue , thro ' the dusk , the fmoaking currents fhine ; And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps , awkward : while along the foreft - glade 42 SUMMER .
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... swell , Trembling with vigour , in the heat of blood , Springs the high fence ; and , o'er the field effus'd , Darts on the gloomy flood , with stedfast eye , And heart estranged to fear : his nervous chest , Luxuriant , and erect , the ...
... swell , Trembling with vigour , in the heat of blood , Springs the high fence ; and , o'er the field effus'd , Darts on the gloomy flood , with stedfast eye , And heart estranged to fear : his nervous chest , Luxuriant , and erect , the ...
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Страница 175 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Страница 150 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 37 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Страница 175 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Страница 148 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Страница 213 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
Страница 186 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Страница 11 - Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
Страница 20 - When first the soul of love is sent abroad, Warm through the vital air, and on the heart Harmonious seizes, the gay troops begin, In gallant thought, to plume the painted wing; And try again the long-forgotten strain, At first faint-warbled.
Страница 15 - The cavern'd bank, his old secure abode; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage; Till floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.