The Poetical Works of James Thomson, Том 2Little, Brown,., 1854 |
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... beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies . 115 If , brush'd from Russian Wilds , a cutting Gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy Mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely Frost ; before whose baleful ...
... beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies . 115 If , brush'd from Russian Wilds , a cutting Gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy Mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely Frost ; before whose baleful ...
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... Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves . But who can hold the shade , while Heaven descends In universal bounty , shedding herbs , And fruits , and flowers , on Nature's ample lap ? Swift Fancy fired anticipates their growth ; And ...
... Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves . But who can hold the shade , while Heaven descends In universal bounty , shedding herbs , And fruits , and flowers , on Nature's ample lap ? Swift Fancy fired anticipates their growth ; And ...
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... beneath its sacred beam . 240 For their light slumbers gently fumed away ; 245 And up they rose as vigorous as the Sun , Or to the culture of the willing glebe , Or to the cheerful tendance of the Flock . Meantime the Song went round ...
... beneath its sacred beam . 240 For their light slumbers gently fumed away ; 245 And up they rose as vigorous as the Sun , Or to the culture of the willing glebe , Or to the cheerful tendance of the Flock . Meantime the Song went round ...
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... ever ready , clothes the land With all the pomp of harvest ; shall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands E'en of the clowns he feeds ? And that , perhaps , 365 370 To swell the riot of the autumnal feast , SPRING . 16 21.
... ever ready , clothes the land With all the pomp of harvest ; shall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands E'en of the clowns he feeds ? And that , perhaps , 365 370 To swell the riot of the autumnal feast , SPRING . 16 21.
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... beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the Monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time he , following cautious , scans the Fly ; And oft attempts to seize it , but as oft The dimpled water speaks his ...
... beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the Monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time he , following cautious , scans the Fly ; And oft attempts to seize it , but as oft The dimpled water speaks his ...
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aërial amid Archimage beam beauty Behold beneath blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm clouds deep delight E'en earth ether exalted fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom glowing grace Greece grove guile happy heart Heaven herds hills Idless Indolence JAMES THOMSON labour light Love luxury Lycurgus lyre matchless maze mighty milky mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night numbers o'er passions peace Philomela plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round roused rural scene Season seraphic shade shining silent silvan sleep smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime Swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee thence thou thought thunder toil trembling Typhon vale vex'd virtue waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Страница 220 - Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.
Страница 220 - Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Страница 181 - 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 218 - Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ; The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Страница 193 - Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate, Vice in his high career would stand appall'd, And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think; The conscious heart of Charity would warm, And her wide wish Benevolence dilate; The social tear would rise, the social sigh; And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Refining still, the social passions work.
Страница 183 - Along the woods, along the moorish fens, Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs And fractured mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening fancy's ear.
Страница 221 - 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.
Страница 109 - 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 220 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not THEE, marks not the mighty hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Страница 15 - 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, o'er the freshened world. The stealing Shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander through the forest walks, Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves.