The Seasons: And The Castle of IndolenceClarendon Press, 1891 - 436 страници |
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... never - c succession of future states - every one rising upon the la everlasting new display of infinite goodness . But hereby a system , not calculated perhaps for the meridian in whic live . ' After the loss of the Secretaryship ...
... never - c succession of future states - every one rising upon the la everlasting new display of infinite goodness . But hereby a system , not calculated perhaps for the meridian in whic live . ' After the loss of the Secretaryship ...
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... this he condensed , that he expanded ; he was never done substituting a new word or phrase for an old one , and he carried his passion for correcting , The or rather for altering , so far as to 24 GENERAL INTRODUCTION.
... this he condensed , that he expanded ; he was never done substituting a new word or phrase for an old one , and he carried his passion for correcting , The or rather for altering , so far as to 24 GENERAL INTRODUCTION.
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... to tenderness . He is never at a loss for suggestive words , and is often indeed copious to redundancy . This copiousness of language is the result of an enthusiastic love for his subject , and will be pardoned 28 GENERAL INTRODUCTION.
... to tenderness . He is never at a loss for suggestive words , and is often indeed copious to redundancy . This copiousness of language is the result of an enthusiastic love for his subject , and will be pardoned 28 GENERAL INTRODUCTION.
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... never - cloyed desire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To bless the dearer object of its flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life impatient , into madness swells , Or in dead silence wastes the weeping ...
... never - cloyed desire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To bless the dearer object of its flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life impatient , into madness swells , Or in dead silence wastes the weeping ...
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... never works in vain . ' Tis on some evening , sunny , grateful , mild , 725 730 When nought but balm is breathing through the woods , 735 With yellow lustre bright , that the new tribes Visit the spacious heavens , and look abroad On ...
... never works in vain . ' Tis on some evening , sunny , grateful , mild , 725 730 When nought but balm is breathing through the woods , 735 With yellow lustre bright , that the new tribes Visit the spacious heavens , and look abroad On ...
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Aaron Hill Æneid Allan Ramsay amid Autumn beauty beneath blank verse breath Burns Canto Castle of Indolence charm cheerful clouds Comus death deep delight earlier editions earlier text earth edition of 1738 Ednam ethereal Faerie Queene fair fame fancy flame flocks flood friends gentle Georgic gloom grace groves Hagley Park heart heaven heroic couplet hills infant beds labour light lines living Lord Lost Lyttelton Malloch Milton mind mountains muse Musidora nature Nature's night Note o'er passage passion peace Philomela plain poem poet poetical poetry pours rage reference rise round rural scene Scotland Seasons shade shining sing smile snow soft song soul Southdean spirit Spring stanza storm stream Summer supra swain sweet swelling tempest thee Thomson thou thought toil vale verse virtue wave wild wind wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Страница 274 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Страница 260 - Stand, never overlooked, our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds ; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear ; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Страница 183 - 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 104 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Страница 249 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Страница 62 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Страница 185 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams; Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam his praise.
Страница 186 - 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 153 - SEE, WINTER comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; Vapours and Clouds and Storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms, Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Страница 161 - 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.