The Works of the English Poets: ThomsonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm❜d , And Winter oft at eve refumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving fleets Deform the day delightless : so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with ...
... heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm❜d , And Winter oft at eve refumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving fleets Deform the day delightless : so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with ...
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... head , where purple violets lurk , With all the lowly children of the fhade : Or lie reclin'd beneath yon spreading ash , Hung o'er the fteep ; whence , borne on liquid wing , The founding culver fhoots ; or where the hawk , 450 High ...
... head , where purple violets lurk , With all the lowly children of the fhade : Or lie reclin'd beneath yon spreading ash , Hung o'er the fteep ; whence , borne on liquid wing , The founding culver fhoots ; or where the hawk , 450 High ...
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... heads Of the coy quiristers that lodge within , Are prodigal of harmony . The thrush 595 And wood - lark , o'er the kind - contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweetest length Of notes ; when liftening Philomela deigns To ...
... heads Of the coy quiristers that lodge within , Are prodigal of harmony . The thrush 595 And wood - lark , o'er the kind - contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweetest length Of notes ; when liftening Philomela deigns To ...
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... head Of wandering fwain , the white - wing'd plover wheels Her founding flight , and then directly on In long excurfion skims the level lawn , To tempt him from her neft . The wild - duck , hence , O'er the rough mofs , and o'er the ...
... head Of wandering fwain , the white - wing'd plover wheels Her founding flight , and then directly on In long excurfion skims the level lawn , To tempt him from her neft . The wild - duck , hence , O'er the rough mofs , and o'er the ...
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... head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted strong , all wild he bursts away ; 810 O'er rocks , and woods , and craggy mountains flies : And , neighing , on th ' aërial summit takes Th ' exciting gale ; then , fteep ...
... head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted strong , all wild he bursts away ; 810 O'er rocks , and woods , and craggy mountains flies : And , neighing , on th ' aërial summit takes Th ' exciting gale ; then , fteep ...
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æther amid beam beauty beneath beſt blaſt blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fair fame fave fcene fecret fenfe fhade fhining fhore fide figh filent filk fing firſt fkies flame fleep flocks flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreſt foul ftill fuch fudden funk fweet fwell gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt loft mingled mix'd moffy moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rife riſe round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhake ſhe ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtream ſweep ſweet ſwift tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods worfe
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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.