The Seasons: And The Castle of IndolenceTilt and Bogue, 1841 - 271 страници |
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... flock , to taste the verdure of the morn . " Nor is the poet less exact or less beautiful in descrip- tion , when the sun rises higher , the dews dry up , and the mists disperse . " Home , from his morning task , the swain retreats ...
... flock , to taste the verdure of the morn . " Nor is the poet less exact or less beautiful in descrip- tion , when the sun rises higher , the dews dry up , and the mists disperse . " Home , from his morning task , the swain retreats ...
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... flocks , and harvests , cottages and swains , Roll mingled down ; all that the winds had spared In one wild moment ruined ; the big hopes , And well - earn'd treasures of the painful year . Fled to some eminence , the husbandman ...
... flocks , and harvests , cottages and swains , Roll mingled down ; all that the winds had spared In one wild moment ruined ; the big hopes , And well - earn'd treasures of the painful year . Fled to some eminence , the husbandman ...
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... flock ; With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes , And nought save chattering discord in their note . O let not , aim'd from some inhuman eye , The gun the music of the coming year Destroy ; and harmless , unsuspecting harm , Lay ...
... flock ; With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes , And nought save chattering discord in their note . O let not , aim'd from some inhuman eye , The gun the music of the coming year Destroy ; and harmless , unsuspecting harm , Lay ...
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... flocks , Untended spreading , crop the wholesome root . Along the woods , along the moorish fens , Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm : And up among the loose disjointed cliffs , And fractured mountains wild , the brawling brook ...
... flocks , Untended spreading , crop the wholesome root . Along the woods , along the moorish fens , Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm : And up among the loose disjointed cliffs , And fractured mountains wild , the brawling brook ...
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... flocks , was often smothered in the drift , or chilled to death on the barren hills . This was evidently in his mind when he wrote of the peasant perish- ing in the snow it has all the marks of reality , and forms one of the most moving ...
... flocks , was often smothered in the drift , or chilled to death on the barren hills . This was evidently in his mind when he wrote of the peasant perish- ing in the snow it has all the marks of reality , and forms one of the most moving ...
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Aaron Hill amid Autumn bard beam beauty Behold beneath bliss bloom breast breath breeze calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm clouds Coriolanus deep delight descends E'en earth Ednam ether fair fair brow fame fancy flame flocks flood gale genius gentle gloom glow grace Greece groves hand happy heart Heaven hills Indolence JAMES THOMSON labour light lively Lyttelton mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er peace Philomelus plain poem poet poison'd Pour'd rage rapture rills rise rising song roll round rural scene season shade shining silent sing sleep smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul Southdean spirit spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought toil train vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Страница 244 - 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 lix - In vain for him the' 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 209 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it, as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...
Страница lvii - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Страница lx - Behold, fond Man! See here thy pictur'd 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 li - With quicken'd step, Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Страница 218 - Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, The swarming songsters of the careless grove, Ten thousand throats, that, from the flowering thorn, Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love...
Страница 211 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, and wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey ; there, with new powers, will rising wonders sing : I cannot go where Universal Love not smiles around, sustaining all yon orbs and all their sons; from seeming Evil still educing Good, and Better thence again, and Better still, in infinite progression.
Страница 210 - Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the, groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Страница 21 - Cling to the bud, and, with inserted tube. Suck its pure essence, its ethereal soul ; And oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare The purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows, And yellow load them with the luscious spoil.