The works of mr. James Thomson, to which is prefixed the life of the author by P. Murdoch, Том 11802 |
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... tomb . Long , long , thy stone , and pointed clay , Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes : O , vales and wild woods ! -shall he say , - In yonder grave your Druid lies ! VOL . I. SPRIN G. THE ARGUMENT . The subject O D E. 35.
... tomb . Long , long , thy stone , and pointed clay , Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes : O , vales and wild woods ! -shall he say , - In yonder grave your Druid lies ! VOL . I. SPRIN G. THE ARGUMENT . The subject O D E. 35.
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... to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves Of aspin tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffus'd In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . " Tis silence all , SPRING : 7.
... to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves Of aspin tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffus'd In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . " Tis silence all , SPRING : 7.
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... woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increas'd , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd zephyr springs , Mean time ...
... woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increas'd , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd zephyr springs , Mean time ...
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... wood , The glaring lion saw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he join'd his sullen joy . For music held the whole in perfect peace : Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands ...
... wood , The glaring lion saw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he join'd his sullen joy . For music held the whole in perfect peace : Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands ...
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... woods and waters lull'd , And lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wandering images of things , Soothe every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd ...
... woods and waters lull'd , And lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wandering images of things , Soothe every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd ...
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amid art thou beam beauty Behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm Castle of Indolence charm clouds dæmon darting deep delight earth ether fair fair brow fancy flame Fleet Street flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove happy heart heaven hills JAMES THOMSON join'd light lyre matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse MUSIDORA Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture reigns rills rise robe round rural sacred scene seraphic shade shine sigh silvan sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet sweet emotions swell tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought toil train vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Страница 175 - 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 175 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales, Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful thou...
Страница 141 - 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 ! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Страница 18 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode ; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
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 35 - In yonder grave a druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ^ To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Страница 213 - 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 88 - The great deliverer he, who from the gloom Of cloistered monks and jargon-teaching schools, Led forth the true philosophy, there long Held in the magic chain of words and forms And definitions void: he led her forth, Daughter of Heaven! that, slow-ascending still, Investigating sure the chain of things, With radiant finger points to Heaven again.
Страница 138 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and, higher still, the mind...
Страница 186 - Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half...