The Seasons: A Poem. Compared with the London and Edinburgh EdClark & Maynard, 1869 |
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... nature , that , on being asked which of the Seasons he liked best , he replied , " If you mean the natural seasons , I prefer the Spring - but if Thomson's , all . " This production , now republished , of one of the best standard ...
... nature , that , on being asked which of the Seasons he liked best , he replied , " If you mean the natural seasons , I prefer the Spring - but if Thomson's , all . " This production , now republished , of one of the best standard ...
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... Nature , ascending from the lower to the higher ; with digressions arising from the subject . Its influence on inanimate Matter , or Vege- tables , on brute animals , and , last , on Man ; concluding with a dissuasive from the wild and ...
... Nature , ascending from the lower to the higher ; with digressions arising from the subject . Its influence on inanimate Matter , or Vege- tables , on brute animals , and , last , on Man ; concluding with a dissuasive from the wild and ...
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... Nature , and his lusty steers 35 Drives from their stalls , to where the well - used plough Lies in the furrow , loosened from the frost . There unrefusing , to the harnessed yoke , 40 They lend their shoulder , and begin their toil ...
... Nature , and his lusty steers 35 Drives from their stalls , to where the well - used plough Lies in the furrow , loosened from the frost . There unrefusing , to the harnessed yoke , 40 They lend their shoulder , and begin their toil ...
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... Nature's better blessings pour O'er every land , the naked nations clothe , And be th ' exhaustless granary of a world ! 70 75 Nor only through the lenient air this change , Delicious , breathes ; the penetrative sun , His force deep ...
... Nature's better blessings pour O'er every land , the naked nations clothe , And be th ' exhaustless granary of a world ! 70 75 Nor only through the lenient air this change , Delicious , breathes ; the penetrative sun , His force deep ...
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... Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth ...
... Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth ...
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amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Castle of Indolence charm cheerful Cincinnatus clouds commixed darting deep delight deluge descends Deucalion diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale glebe gloom glow grace Greece grove happy heart heaven Hence herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pours pride race rage rapture reigns rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot smiling snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil vale virtue walk wandering waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Страница 155 - 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.
Страница 133 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 155 - 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.
Страница 134 - How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.
Страница 133 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Страница 157 - tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes there must be joy.
Страница 156 - A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Страница 21 - Th' ethereal mountain, and the distant main. But why so far excursive? when at hand, Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace; Throws out the snowdrop, and the crocus first...
Страница 155 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter, awful thou, with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled. Majestic darkness, on the whirlwind's wing Riding sublime, thou bidst the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Страница 153 - Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid hopes Of happiness? those longings after fame? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent festive nights? those veering thoughts, Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life?