The Seasons: A Poem. Compared with the London and Edinburgh EdClark & Maynard, 1869 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 20.
Страница 16
... Fierce drags the bleating prey , ne'er drunk her milk , Nor wore her warming fleece : nor has the steer , At whose strong chest the deadly tiger hangs , E'er ploughed for him . They too are tempered high , With hunger stung and wild ...
... Fierce drags the bleating prey , ne'er drunk her milk , Nor wore her warming fleece : nor has the steer , At whose strong chest the deadly tiger hangs , E'er ploughed for him . They too are tempered high , With hunger stung and wild ...
Страница 27
... fierce , and guards his osier isle , Protective of his young . The turkey nigh , 775 And swims in radiant majesty along . Loud threatening , reddens , while the peacock spreads His every - colored glory to the sun , * The farthest of ...
... fierce , and guards his osier isle , Protective of his young . The turkey nigh , 775 And swims in radiant majesty along . Loud threatening , reddens , while the peacock spreads His every - colored glory to the sun , * The farthest of ...
Страница 28
... fierce desire . Through all his lusty veins The bull , deep scorched , the raging passion feels . 790 Of pasture sick , and negigent of food , Scarce seen , he wades among the yellow broom , While o'er his ample sides the ambling sprays ...
... fierce desire . Through all his lusty veins The bull , deep scorched , the raging passion feels . 790 Of pasture sick , and negigent of food , Scarce seen , he wades among the yellow broom , While o'er his ample sides the ambling sprays ...
Страница 30
... fierce passions vex his breast , While every gale is peace , and every grove Is melody ? Hence ! from the bounteous walks Of flowing Spring , ye sordid sons of earth , Hard , and unfeeling of another's wo , 870 Or only lavish to ...
... fierce passions vex his breast , While every gale is peace , and every grove Is melody ? Hence ! from the bounteous walks Of flowing Spring , ye sordid sons of earth , Hard , and unfeeling of another's wo , 870 Or only lavish to ...
Страница 33
... fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest ; a quick - returning pang Shoots through the conscious heart ; where honor still And great design , against th ' oppressive load Of luxury , by fits , impatient heave . But absent , what ...
... fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest ; a quick - returning pang Shoots through the conscious heart ; where honor still And great design , against th ' oppressive load Of luxury , by fits , impatient heave . But absent , what ...
Други издания - Преглед на всички
Често срещани думи и фрази
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
Популярни откъси
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?