The SeasonsThomas A. Ronalds, 1813 - 168 ページ |
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... fair copies for his friend , when such were wanted for the press or for the stage . This gentleman Likewise courted the tragic muse ; and had taken for his subject the story of Arminius the German hero . But his play , guiltless as it ...
... fair copies for his friend , when such were wanted for the press or for the stage . This gentleman Likewise courted the tragic muse ; and had taken for his subject the story of Arminius the German hero . But his play , guiltless as it ...
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... blush , one white - empurpled shower Of mingled blossoms ; where the raptured eye Hurries from joy to joy , and hid beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies . If brush'd from Russian wilds , a cutting gale Rise SPRING . 23.
... blush , one white - empurpled shower Of mingled blossoms ; where the raptured eye Hurries from joy to joy , and hid beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies . If brush'd from Russian wilds , a cutting gale Rise SPRING . 23.
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... fair proportion running from the red , To where the violet fades into the sky . Here , awful Newton , the dissolving clouds Form , fronting on the sun , thy showery prism ; And to the sage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of ...
... fair proportion running from the red , To where the violet fades into the sky . Here , awful Newton , the dissolving clouds Form , fronting on the sun , thy showery prism ; And to the sage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of ...
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... fair form ! Who wears sweet smiles , and looks erect on Heaven , E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd , And dip his tongue in gore ? The heast of prey , Blood - stain'd , deserves to bleed : but you , ye flocks , What have ye ...
... fair form ! Who wears sweet smiles , and looks erect on Heaven , E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd , And dip his tongue in gore ? The heast of prey , Blood - stain'd , deserves to bleed : but you , ye flocks , What have ye ...
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... fair profusion , decks . Long let us walk , Where the breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossom'd beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence Breathes through the sense , and takes the ravish'd sou ...
... fair profusion , decks . Long let us walk , Where the breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossom'd beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence Breathes through the sense , and takes the ravish'd sou ...
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze clouds dark deep delight deluge descends diffused Doddington dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON kind light luxury matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rural SAMUEL JOHNSON scene season shade shake shines shoot 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 tragic Muse Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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167 ページ - tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
50 ページ - For the kind hand of an assiduous care. 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 th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
166 ページ - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee marks not the mighty Hand ; That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; 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.
167 ページ - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the groves; and, when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela ! charm The listening shades, and teach the night...
163 ページ - Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life ? All now are vanished!
55 ページ - But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
165 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, Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing ' Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
145 ページ - Ah little think they, while they dance along, 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.
165 ページ - Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
55 ページ - Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round Of thirty years ; to Mercury, whose disk Can scarce be caught by philosophic eye, Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze.