The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. To which is Prefixed, An Account of His Life and Writings. In Two Volumes, Том 11763 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 6 - 10 от 95.
Страница xiii
... first , by Mr Garrick and Mrs Cibber , their appearing in the principal characters , which they heighten and adorn with all the magic of their never - failing art . He had , in the mean - time , been finishing his Caftle of Indolence ...
... first , by Mr Garrick and Mrs Cibber , their appearing in the principal characters , which they heighten and adorn with all the magic of their never - failing art . He had , in the mean - time , been finishing his Caftle of Indolence ...
Страница 31
... first a dusky wreath they feem to rise , Scarce staining aether ; but by fwift degrees , In heaps on heaps , the doubling vapour fails Along the loaded sky , and mingling deep , Sits on th ' horizon round a fettled gloom : Not fuch as ...
... first a dusky wreath they feem to rise , Scarce staining aether ; but by fwift degrees , In heaps on heaps , the doubling vapour fails Along the loaded sky , and mingling deep , Sits on th ' horizon round a fettled gloom : Not fuch as ...
Страница 34
... first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladdened race Of uncorrupted man , nor blush'd to fee The fluggard fleep beneath its facred beam : For their light flumbers gently fum'd away ; And up they rose as vigorous as the fun , Or to the culture ...
... first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladdened race Of uncorrupted man , nor blush'd to fee The fluggard fleep beneath its facred beam : For their light flumbers gently fum'd away ; And up they rose as vigorous as the fun , Or to the culture ...
Страница 38
... first foul torrent of the brooks , Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away ; And , whitening , down their moffy - tinctur'd stream Defcends the billowy foam : now is the time , While yet the dark brown water aids the guile , 380 ...
... first foul torrent of the brooks , Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away ; And , whitening , down their moffy - tinctur'd stream Defcends the billowy foam : now is the time , While yet the dark brown water aids the guile , 380 ...
Страница 42
... first ; The daify , primrofe , violet darkly blue , And polyanthus of unnumber'd dyes ; The yellow wall - flower , ftain'd with iron brown ; 530 And lavish stock , that scents the garden round : From the foft wing of vernal breezes shed ...
... first ; The daify , primrofe , violet darkly blue , And polyanthus of unnumber'd dyes ; The yellow wall - flower , ftain'd with iron brown ; 530 And lavish stock , that scents the garden round : From the foft wing of vernal breezes shed ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
aether againſt amid behold beneath beſt bloom bluſh boaſt boundleſs breaſt breath BRITONS burſt chearful clouds croud deep defcends delight earth eaſe facred fafe fair fame fave feas fhade fhall fhining fhore filent fing firſt flame fleep flood fnows focial foft fome fong fons foul ftill fuch funk fweet fwelling gale gloom glory grace GREECE heart heaven himſelf infpiring juſt laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxury lyes mix'd moſt mountains Mufe Muſe muſt Nature's o'er paffions peace pleaſure pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reign rife riſe ROME round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſures tyrant vale virtue waſte wave whence whofe whoſe wild winds wiſdom
Популярни откъси
Страница 162 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 39 - With eye attentive mark the springing game. Straight as above the surface of the flood They .wanton rise, or urged by hunger leap, Then fix, with gentle twitch, the barbed hook: Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, And to the shelving shore slow-dragging some, With various hand proportion'd to their force.
Страница 120 - Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun, Glanc'd just and sudden from the fowler's eye, O'ertakes their sounding pinions ; and again, Immediate, brings them from the towering wing, Dead to the ground ; or drives them wide-dispers'd, Wounded, and wheeling various, down the wind.
Страница 368 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Страница 138 - Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields ; And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race Their sunny robes resign. Even what remain'd Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree ; And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around The desolated prospect thrills the soul.
Страница 67 - Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, They spread the breathing harvest to the sun, That throws refreshful round a rural smell; Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay. While heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee.
Страница 160 - 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 58 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Страница 418 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part : Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Страница 103 - Against his own sad Breast to lift the hand Of impious Violence. The lonely Tower Is also shunn'd ; whose mournful Chambers hold, So night-struck Fancy dreams, the yelling Ghost. Among the crooked Lanes, on every Hedge, The Glow-Worm lights his Gem; and, thro' the Dark, A moving Radiance twinkles.