The Works of the English Poets: ThomsonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Ev'n mountains , vales , And forests seem , impatient , to demand The promis'd sweetness . Man fuperior walks . Amid the glad creation , mufing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds confign their treasures to the ...
... Ev'n mountains , vales , And forests seem , impatient , to demand The promis'd sweetness . Man fuperior walks . Amid the glad creation , mufing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds confign their treasures to the ...
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... Ev'n love itself is bitterness of soul , A penfive anguifh pining at the heart ; Or , funk to fordid interest , feels no môre That noble with , that never - cloy'd defire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To blefs the ...
... Ev'n love itself is bitterness of soul , A penfive anguifh pining at the heart ; Or , funk to fordid interest , feels no môre That noble with , that never - cloy'd defire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To blefs the ...
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... beneath the cruel hands , Ev'n of the clown he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To fwell the riot of th ' autumnal feast , Won by his labour ? Thus the feeling heart 365 Would Would tenderly fuggeft : but ' tis enough , In SPRING . 15.
... beneath the cruel hands , Ev'n of the clown he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To fwell the riot of th ' autumnal feast , Won by his labour ? Thus the feeling heart 365 Would Would tenderly fuggeft : but ' tis enough , In SPRING . 15.
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... Ev'n fhooting liftlefs languor through the deeps ; Then feek the bank where flowering elders crowd , Where fcatter'd wild the lily of the vale Its balmy effence breathes , where cowflips hang 445 The dewy head , where purple violets ...
... Ev'n fhooting liftlefs languor through the deeps ; Then feek the bank where flowering elders crowd , Where fcatter'd wild the lily of the vale Its balmy effence breathes , where cowflips hang 445 The dewy head , where purple violets ...
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... ev'n to birds , and beafts , the tender arts Of pleafing teaches . Hence the gloffy kind Try every winning way inventive love 615 Can dictate , and in courtship to their mates 620 Pour forth their little fouls . First , wide around ...
... ev'n to birds , and beafts , the tender arts Of pleafing teaches . Hence the gloffy kind Try every winning way inventive love 615 Can dictate , and in courtship to their mates 620 Pour forth their little fouls . First , wide around ...
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Страница 226 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Страница 191 - 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. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Страница 200 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Страница 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Страница 210 - What elegance and grandeur wide expand, The pride of Turkey and of Persia land ? Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And couches stretch'd around in seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling bed.
Страница 161 - Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Страница 163 - Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Страница 26 - Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, Check their own appetites, and give them all. Nor toil alone they...
Страница 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Страница 222 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.