The seasons; to which is added the life of the author1816 |
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... Amid the glad creation musing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And , softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow In large effusion ...
... Amid the glad creation musing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And , softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow In large effusion ...
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... amid the flush Of broken clouds , gay - shifting to his beam . The rapid radiance instantaneous strikes Th'illumin'd mountain ; through the forest streams , Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mist , Far smoking o'er th ...
... amid the flush Of broken clouds , gay - shifting to his beam . The rapid radiance instantaneous strikes Th'illumin'd mountain ; through the forest streams , Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mist , Far smoking o'er th ...
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... amid these iron times , These dregs of life ! Now the distemper'd mind Has lost that concord of harmonious pow'rs , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within ; the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and ...
... amid these iron times , These dregs of life ! Now the distemper'd mind Has lost that concord of harmonious pow'rs , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within ; the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and ...
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... amid the hills , And woodlands warbling round , trace up the brooks : The next , pursue their rocky channell❜d maze , Down to the river , in whose ample wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . Just in the dubious point ...
... amid the hills , And woodlands warbling round , trace up the brooks : The next , pursue their rocky channell❜d maze , Down to the river , in whose ample wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . Just in the dubious point ...
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... Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In ev'ry bud that blows ? If fancy then Unequal fails beneath the pleasing task , Ah what shall language do ...
... Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In ev'ry bud that blows ? If fancy then Unequal fails beneath the pleasing task , Ah what shall language do ...
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright clouds dark deep delight deluge descends dreadful earth ether ev'ry exalted fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood friends gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains muse nature nature's night o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride rage rapture retir'd rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shake shining shoot Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
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Страница 215 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Страница 182 - 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 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee.
Страница 165 - Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap : These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove, Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams, And hum of bees...
Страница 168 - This is the life which those who fret in guilt, And guilty cities, never knew ; the life. Led by primeval ages, uncorrupt, When angels dwelt, and GOD himself, with man...
Страница 185 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame ! how many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms, Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs...
Страница 126 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
Страница 185 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 185 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...
Страница xiii - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius ; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet ; the eye that distinguishes, in every thing presented to its view, whatever there is on which imagination can delight to be detained, and with a mind that at once comprehends the vast, and attends to the minute.