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... Muse Throw all her Beauty forth , that Daubing all Will be to what I gaze ; for who can paint Like Nature ? Can Imagination boaft Amid his gay Creation Hues like Her's ? And can he mix them with that matchlefs Skill , And lay them on fo ...
... Muse Throw all her Beauty forth , that Daubing all Will be to what I gaze ; for who can paint Like Nature ? Can Imagination boaft Amid his gay Creation Hues like Her's ? And can he mix them with that matchlefs Skill , And lay them on fo ...
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... ' enlighten'd foul ! Or else to feaverish vanity alive , Wilder'd , and toffing thro ' diftemper'd dreams ? 75 Who would in fuch a gloomy ftate remain , Longer Longer than nature craves ; when every Muse , And 6 SUMMER .
... ' enlighten'd foul ! Or else to feaverish vanity alive , Wilder'd , and toffing thro ' diftemper'd dreams ? 75 Who would in fuch a gloomy ftate remain , Longer Longer than nature craves ; when every Muse , And 6 SUMMER .
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James Thomson. Longer than nature craves ; when every Muse , And every blooming Pleasure wait without , To bless the wildy - devious morning walk ? But yonder comes the powerful king of day , Rejoycing in the eaft . The leffening cloud ...
James Thomson. Longer than nature craves ; when every Muse , And every blooming Pleasure wait without , To bless the wildy - devious morning walk ? But yonder comes the powerful king of day , Rejoycing in the eaft . The leffening cloud ...
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... muse , or with the rifing day On fancy's eagle - wing excurfive foar . Fierce - flaming up the heavens , the piercing fun 200 Melts into limpid air the high - rais'd clouds , And morning mifts , that hover'd round the hills In party ...
... muse , or with the rifing day On fancy's eagle - wing excurfive foar . Fierce - flaming up the heavens , the piercing fun 200 Melts into limpid air the high - rais'd clouds , And morning mifts , that hover'd round the hills In party ...
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... muse difdain To let the little noisy summer race Live in her lay , and flutter thro ' her song , Not mean , tho ' fimple ; to the fun ally'd , From him their high defcent , direct , they draw . 235 Wak'd by his warmer ray , the reptile ...
... muse difdain To let the little noisy summer race Live in her lay , and flutter thro ' her song , Not mean , tho ' fimple ; to the fun ally'd , From him their high defcent , direct , they draw . 235 Wak'd by his warmer ray , the reptile ...
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æther afcending Againſt amid Autumn beam beauty beneath blaft bluſh bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze Britons clouds deep defcends earth endleſs facred fafe favage fave feafon fecret fhade fhine fhore fide filent filk fing finks firft firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnow foaring focial foft fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit fpreads freſh ftill ftorm ftream ftrong fuch fudden funk fwell gale GEORGE EWING gloom glory grove heart heaven horrid ISAAC NEWTON JAMES THOMSON laft light loft Love luftre mighty mingling mix'd mountain mufe muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure praiſe profpect rage rifing rocks rofe round ſcarce ſcene ſhe ſmiling Spring ſtate ſtill tempeft thee Thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro thunder toil univerfal vaft vale vex'd wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter Wiſdom woods
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Страница 49 - But happy they ! the happiest of their kind ! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. '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...
Страница 14 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 15 - How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Страница 27 - Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purposes, in thought Elate, to make her night excel their day. The blackbird whistles from the thorny brake; The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove; Nor are the linnets, o'er the flowering furze Pour'd out profusely, silent.
Страница 5 - The unsightly plain Lies a brown deluge; as the low-bent clouds Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still Combine, and, deepening into night, shut up The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven, Each to his home, retire; save those that love To take their pastime in the troubled air, Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool. The cattle from the untasted fields return And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls, Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
Страница 13 - Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Страница 32 - Her sorrows through the night; and, on the bough, Sole-sitting, still at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable strain Of winding woe; till, wide around, the woods Sigh to her song, and with her wail resound.
Страница 27 - An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career Arrests the bickering stream.
Страница 39 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye Constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Страница 12 - Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will; lodge them below the storm, And watch them strict : for from the bellowing east, In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains At one wide waft, and o•er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, The billowy tempest whelms...