The SeasonsThomas A. Ronalds, 1813 - 168 ページ |
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... night , that Thomson , coming late to his friends with whom he was to sup , excused his delay by telling them how the sweat of his distress had so disordered his wig , that he could not come till be had been refitted by a barber . He so ...
... night , that Thomson , coming late to his friends with whom he was to sup , excused his delay by telling them how the sweat of his distress had so disordered his wig , that he could not come till be had been refitted by a barber . He so ...
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... night , and was welcomed to the theatre by a general clap ; he had much regard for Thomson , and once expressed it in a poetical epistle sent to Italy , of which however he abated the value , by transplanting some of the lines into his ...
... night , and was welcomed to the theatre by a general clap ; he had much regard for Thomson , and once expressed it in a poetical epistle sent to Italy , of which however he abated the value , by transplanting some of the lines into his ...
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... night succeeds , A soften'd shade , and saturated earth Awaits the morning beam , to give to light , Raised through ten thousand different plastic tube The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs profusely wild ...
... night succeeds , A soften'd shade , and saturated earth Awaits the morning beam , to give to light , Raised through ten thousand different plastic tube The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs profusely wild ...
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... night excel their day . The black - bird 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 . Join'd to these Innumerous songsters ...
... night excel their day . The black - bird 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 . Join'd to these Innumerous songsters ...
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... 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 . But now the feather'd youth their ...
... 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 . But now the feather'd youth their ...
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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.