The SeasonsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1822 - 158 ページ |
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... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , the ' effusive south Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . As first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ether ...
... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , the ' effusive south Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . As first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ether ...
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... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
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... rage : Till , floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . Thus pass the temperate hours ; but when the sun Shakes from his noonday throne the scattering ...
... rage : Till , floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . Thus pass the temperate hours ; but when the sun Shakes from his noonday throne the scattering ...
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... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seized in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but , tossing high his head , And by the well known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seized in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but , tossing high his head , And by the well known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
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... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Muses charm : while , with sure taste refined , You draw the ' inspiring breath of ...
... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Muses charm : while , with sure taste refined , You draw the ' inspiring breath of ...
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amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Cincinnatus clouds dark darting deep delight deluge descends diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood form'd gale gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mix'd mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er Palemon passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot silvan smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walks wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wrapp'd youth
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158 ページ - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
158 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. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
158 ページ - 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.
134 ページ - Disaster'd stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain : Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
157 ページ - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
135 ページ - Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land — unknown, What water — of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh...
157 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...
11 ページ - From the bent bush, as through the verdant 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 shower Of mingled blossoms; where the raptur'd eye Hurries from joy to joy...
127 ページ - SEE, 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 ! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...