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amid beam beauty beneath bloom breaſt breath breeze bright calm circling clouds comes crowd dark death deep delight earth Ev'n fair fall fame fancy fate fear fields fire firſt flame flood force foul gale gentle gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heard heart heaven Hence hills human kind labour land laſt light lively look mind mingled mountains Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er o’er once peace plain pride pure race rage riſe rocks roll round rural ſcene ſhade ſhe ſky ſmile ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſpirit ſpread Spring ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch ſun ſwelling tender thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand till toil train turn vale various virtue walks wandering waſte wave whole whoſe wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Страница 185 - HESE, as they change, Almighty Father, thefe, -*- Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleafing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tendernefs and love. Wide flufh the fields; the foftening air is balm ; "5 Echo the mountains round; the foreft
Страница 36 - mo Whom gentler ftars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarfer tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itfelf, 1115 Attuning all their paffions into love; Where friendfhip full-exerts her fofteft power,
Страница 187 - Great fo'urce of day ! beft image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam His praife. The thunder rolls : be hufh'd the proftrate world; 70 While cloud to cloud returns the folemn hymn. Bleat out afrem, ye hills : ye mofly rocks, Retain the found : the
Страница 182 - all this dreary labyrinth of fate. 'Tis done! dread Winter fpreads his lateft glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. 1025 How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His defolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy piftur'd life; pafs fome few years, Thy flowering
Страница 151 - Calm, fluggifh, filent; till again, conftrain'd Between two meeting hills, it burfts away, Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid ftream; There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep, It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders through. Nature! great parent! whofe unceafing hand Rolls round the feafons of the changeful year, How mighty, how
Страница 203 - XXX. As when a fhepherd of the Hebrid-Ifles, Plac'd far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles; Or that aerial beings fometimes deign To ftand embodied, to our fenfes plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilft in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vaft
Страница 2 - where the fight dwells With growing ftrength, and ever-new delight. 85 From the moift meadow to the wither'd hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And fwells, and deepens, to the cherim'd eye. The hawthorn whitens; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees, 90 Till the whole leafy foreft
Страница 22 - amid the diftant woods, 680 Suftain'd alone by providential Heaven, Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, Check their own appetites, and give them all. Nor toil alone they fcorn : exalting love, By the great Father of the Spring infpir'd, 685 Gives inftant courage to the fearful race, And to the fimple art.
Страница 194 - a lulling murmur made. IV. Join'd to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the diftant hills, And vacant fhepherds piping in the dale : And now and then fweet Philomel would wail, Or