The Seasons, and Castle of Indolence: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorH.L. Brœnner, 1826 - 234 страници |
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... peace : Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish ...
... peace : Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish ...
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... peaceful people , what , To merit death ? you who have giv'n us milk In luscious streams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold . And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he ...
... peaceful people , what , To merit death ? you who have giv'n us milk In luscious streams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold . And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he ...
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... peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold ! yon breathing prospect bids the muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid ...
... peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold ! yon breathing prospect bids the muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid ...
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... peace , Unstain'd he holds , while many a league to sea He wings his course , and preys in distant isles . Should I my steps turn to the rural seat , Whose lofty elms and venerable oaks Invite the rook , who , high amid the boughs , In ...
... peace , Unstain'd he holds , while many a league to sea He wings his course , and preys in distant isles . Should I my steps turn to the rural seat , Whose lofty elms and venerable oaks Invite the rook , who , high amid the boughs , In ...
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... serene his soul , Can he forbear to join the gen'ral smile Of nature ? Can fierce passions vex his breast , While ev'ry gale is peace , and ev'ry grove Is melody ? Hence from the bounteous walks Of flowing SPRING . 27.
... serene his soul , Can he forbear to join the gen'ral smile Of nature ? Can fierce passions vex his breast , While ev'ry gale is peace , and ev'ry grove Is melody ? Hence from the bounteous walks Of flowing SPRING . 27.
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Aaron Hill amid Apennine ARCHIMAGE beam beauty behold beneath bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight descends descriptive poetry E'en earth ether ev'ry fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom glow grace Greece grove happy heart heaven herds hills Idless JAMES THOMSON labour light luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora nature Nature's night numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd pomp Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shining sleep smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil trembling vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave ween wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Страница 36 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Страница 176 - But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not THEE ; marks not the mighty hand, That ever busy wheels the silent spheres...
Страница 177 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills ; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the GREAT SHEPHERD reigns, And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands...
Страница 178 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's- lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Страница 91 - All ether softening, sober Evening takes Her wonted station in the middle air; A thousand shadows at her beck. First this She sends on earth; then that of deeper dye Steals soft behind; and then a deeper still, In circle following circle, gathers round, To close the face of things. A fresher gale Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn; While the quail clamours for his running mate.
Страница 148 - 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.
Страница 149 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half-afraid, he first Against the window beats ; then brisk alights On the warm hearth ; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Страница 148 - Through the hush'd air the whitening shower descends, At first thin wavering ; till at last the flakes Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day With a continual flow.
Страница 115 - To raise the virtues, animate the bliss, And sweeten all the toils of human life: This be the female dignity and praise.
Страница 49 - Till then alone let zealous praise ascend, And hymns of holy wonder, to that POWER, Whose wisdom shines as lovely on our minds As on our smiling eyes his servant sun. Thick in yon stream of light, a thousand ways, Upward and downward, thwarting and convolved. The quivering nations sport ; till, tempest wing'd, Fierce Winter sweeps them from the face of day.