The Seasons, with the life of the author, by S. Johnson1836 |
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... maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy ; or ascend Some eminence , Augusta , in thy plains , And see the country far diffus'd around , One boundless blush , one white - empurpled show'r Of mingled ...
... maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy ; or ascend Some eminence , Augusta , in thy plains , And see the country far diffus'd around , One boundless blush , one white - empurpled show'r Of mingled ...
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... maze . Not so the boy : He wond'ring views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amaz'd Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away . Still ...
... maze . Not so the boy : He wond'ring views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amaz'd Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away . Still ...
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... maze , Down to the river , in whose ample wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . Just in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank ...
... maze , Down to the river , in whose ample wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . Just in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank ...
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... maze , the hurried eye Distracted wanders ; now the bow'ry walk Of covert close , where scarce a speck of day Falls on the lengthen'd gloom , protracted sweeps : Now meets the bending sky ; the river now Dimpling along , the breezy ...
... maze , the hurried eye Distracted wanders ; now the bow'ry walk Of covert close , where scarce a speck of day Falls on the lengthen'd gloom , protracted sweeps : Now meets the bending sky ; the river now Dimpling along , the breezy ...
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... maze Embowering endless , of the Indian fig ; Or thrown at gayer ease , on some fair brow , Let me behold , by breezy murmurs cool'd , Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave , And high palmetos lift their graceful shade . Or stretch ...
... maze Embowering endless , of the Indian fig ; Or thrown at gayer ease , on some fair brow , Let me behold , by breezy murmurs cool'd , Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave , And high palmetos lift their graceful shade . Or stretch ...
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Aaron Hill amid Apennine Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight descends dreadful E'en earth ether ev'ry exalts fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON light luxury matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride race rage rais'd rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shake shining shoot Sir George Lyttelton Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
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150 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.
84 ページ - All ether softening, sober Evening takes Her wonted station in the middle air; A thousand shadows at her beck. First this She sends on earth ; then that, of deeper dye, Steals soft behind; and then a deeper still, In circle following circle, gathers round, To close the face of things. A fresher gale Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn ; While the quail clamours for his running mate.
17 ページ - In all the colours of the flushing year, By Nature's swift and secret-working hand, The garden glows, and fills the liberal air With lavish fragrance; while the promis'd fruit Lies yet a little embryo, unperceiv'd, Within its crimson folds.
151 ページ - 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.
xiv ページ - Father of light and life, Thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself ! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
148 ページ - Tis come, the glorious morn ! the second birth Of heaven and earth ! awakening Nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life In every heighten'd form ; from pain and death For ever free.
150 ページ - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful THOU ! with clouds and storms Around THEE thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd.
148 ページ - 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.
151 ページ - 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, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints, Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
131 ページ - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...