Thomson's Seasons: Criticial Edition, Being a Reproduction of the Original Texts, with All the Various Readings of the Later Editions Historically Arranged
Mayer & Müller, 1908 - 338 страници
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amid appears Beam Beauty beneath Breast Breath Breeze bright cancelled circling Clouds comes Country dark Death deep Delight descends dreadful Earth editions fair falls feels Fields Flame Flocks Flood flow Force Forms Friends give Gloom Grace Hand happy Head heard Heart Heaven Hence Hills Hours human kind Land Light lines lively look Lost Love Mind mingling Morn Mountains Muse Nature Night o'er o’er once Passions Peace Plain Power Pride pure Race Rage rise Rocks roll round rural Scene Seasons Sense Shade shines sing sits smiling Snow soft Song Soul sounding spreads Spring stand Storm Stream swelling Tempest thee thou Thought thousand thro till Toil Train turn Vale various Virtue Voice walk Waste wave whole wide wild Winds Wing Winter Wonders Woods World
Страница 330 - 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.
Страница 253 - Father of light and life, Thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself ! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Страница 283 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Страница 25 - 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 jealous fear. At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death, With sullen plunge. At once he darts along, Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthen'd line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The cavern'd bank, his old secure abode ; And flies...
Страница 101 - Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.
Страница 327 - Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Страница 52 - 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 full exerts her softest power, Perfect esteem, enliven'd by desire Ineffable, and sympathy of soul ; Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will, With boundless confidence : for nought but love Can answer love, and render bliss secure.
Страница 277 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts 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.