The SeasonsJohn Sharpe, 1840 - 203 ページ |
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... breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless : so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with bill ingulfed , To shake the sounding marsh ; or from the shore The plovers when to scatter o'er ...
... breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless : so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with bill ingulfed , To shake the sounding marsh ; or from the shore The plovers when to scatter o'er ...
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... breeze , the vivid verdure runs , And swells and deepens to the cherished eye . The hawthorn whitens ; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds , unfolding by degrees , Till the whole leafy forest stands displayed , In full luxuriance ...
... breeze , the vivid verdure runs , And swells and deepens to the cherished eye . The hawthorn whitens ; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds , unfolding by degrees , Till the whole leafy forest stands displayed , In full luxuriance ...
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... breeze ; and wasteful eat , Through buds and bark , into the blackened core , Their eager way . A feeble race ! yet oft The sacred sons of vengeance ; on whose course Corrosive Famine waits , and kills the year . To check this plague ...
... breeze ; and wasteful eat , Through buds and bark , into the blackened core , Their eager way . A feeble race ! yet oft The sacred sons of vengeance ; on whose course Corrosive Famine waits , and kills the year . To check this plague ...
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... breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem through delusive ...
... breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem through delusive ...
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... breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossomed beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence 495 Breathes through the sense , and takes the ravished soul Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot , 500 Full of ...
... breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossomed beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence 495 Breathes through the sense , and takes the ravished soul Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot , 500 Full of ...
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amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Castle of Indolence charm cheerful clouds commixed dark darting deep delight deluge descends diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mighty mingled mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pours pride race rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot smiling snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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37 ページ - 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.
153 ページ - Tis done ! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured 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.
158 ページ - 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 suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
18 ページ - 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 abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
125 ページ - 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...
38 ページ - The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: Till evening comes at last, serene and mild; When after the long vernal day of life, Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love, Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed, their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.
70 ページ - And following slower, in explosion vast, The Thunder raises his tremendous voice. At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven, The tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The noise astounds : till over head a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide ; then shuts, And opens wider ; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
131 ページ - The fowls of heaven, tamed by the cruel season, crowd around the winnowing store, and claim the little boon which Providence assigns them. One alone, the red-breast, sacred to the household gods, wisely regardful of the...
157 ページ - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
156 ページ - Works in the secret deep ; shoots steaming thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring ; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend ! join, every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes.