The seasons; to which is added the life of the author1816 |
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... morning I was with Sir Spencer Compton . A certain gentleman , without my desire , spoke to him concerning me : his answer was , that I had never come near him . Then the gentleman put the question , if he desired that I should wait on ...
... morning I was with Sir Spencer Compton . A certain gentleman , without my desire , spoke to him concerning me : his answer was , that I had never come near him . Then the gentleman put the question , if he desired that I should wait on ...
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... lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless ; so that scarce The bittern SPRING. ...
... lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless ; so that scarce The bittern SPRING. ...
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... morning beam , to give to light , Rais'd through ten thousand diff'rent plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely wild , O'er all the deep - green earth , beyond the pow'r Of ...
... morning beam , to give to light , Rais'd through ten thousand diff'rent plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely wild , O'er all the deep - green earth , beyond the pow'r Of ...
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... morning dews , and gather in their prime Fresh - blooming flow'rs , to grace thy braided hair , And thy lov'd bosom , that improves their sweets . See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads . See , how the lily ...
... morning dews , and gather in their prime Fresh - blooming flow'rs , to grace thy braided hair , And thy lov'd bosom , that improves their sweets . See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads . See , how the lily ...
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... morn : Ere yet the shadows fly , he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations . Ev'ry copse Deep - tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending with dewy moisture o'er the heads Of the coy ...
... morn : Ere yet the shadows fly , he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations . Ev'ry copse Deep - tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending with dewy moisture o'er the heads Of the coy ...
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The Seasons ... To which is Added the Life of the Author James Thomson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1817 |
The Seasons ... To which is Added, the Life of the Author James Thomson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright clouds dark deep delight deluge descends dreadful earth ether ev'ry exalted fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood friends gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains muse nature nature's night o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride rage rapture retir'd rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shake shining shoot Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
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Sida 215 - 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...
Sida 182 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is! Till, more familiar grown, the table crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Sida 213 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee.
Sida 165 - Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap : These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove, Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams, And hum of bees...
Sida 168 - This is the life which those who fret in guilt, And guilty cities, never knew ; the life. Led by primeval ages, uncorrupt, When angels dwelt, and GOD himself, with man...
Sida 185 - 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. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms, Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs...
Sida 126 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
Sida 185 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain.
Sida 185 - 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...
Sida xiii - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius ; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet ; the eye that distinguishes, in every thing presented to its view, whatever there is on which imagination can delight to be detained, and with a mind that at once comprehends the vast, and attends to the minute.