The British poets, including translations, Volym 431822 |
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... lost part of what Temple calls their race ; a word which , applied to wines in its primitive sense , means the flavour of the soil . ' Liberty , ' when it first appeared , I tried to read , and soon desisted . I have never tried again ...
... lost part of what Temple calls their race ; a word which , applied to wines in its primitive sense , means the flavour of the soil . ' Liberty , ' when it first appeared , I tried to read , and soon desisted . I have never tried again ...
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... ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and quit the howling hill , The shatter'd forest , and the ravaged vale ; While softer gales succeed , at whose kind touch , Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost , The mountains lift C 2 Spring.
... ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and quit the howling hill , The shatter'd forest , and the ravaged vale ; While softer gales succeed , at whose kind touch , Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost , The mountains lift C 2 Spring.
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British poets. Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost , The mountains 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 ...
British poets. Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost , The mountains 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 ...
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... lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refined . In ancient times , the sacred plough employ'd The kings , and awful ...
... lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refined . In ancient times , the sacred plough employ'd The kings , and awful ...
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... lost that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within : the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and reason , half extinct , Or impotent , or else approving , sees The foul 38 . D ...
... lost that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within : the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and reason , half extinct , Or impotent , or else approving , sees The foul 38 . D ...
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Aaron Hill aërial amid beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight E'en earth ether etherial fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove Hagley Park happy heart Heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON labour light lived luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rural scene season shade shining sigh silvan sleep smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil trembling vale vex'd virtue waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Sida 186 - 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.
Sida 221 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny: You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve: Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Sida 188 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, '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.
Sida 194 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Sida 149 - 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 170 - We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes Of frolic fancy ; and incessant form Those rapid pictures, that assembled train Of fleet ideas, never join'd before, Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise ; Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself, Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve.
Sida 17 - Seasons" wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses.
Sida 40 - Nature's great command may be obey'd : Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive Indulged in vain. Some to the holly-hedge NestKng repair, and to the thicket some; Some to the rude protection of the thorn Commit their feeble offspring. The cleft tree Offers its kind concealment to a few, Their food its insects, and its moss their nests. Others apart far in the grassy dale, Or roughening waste, their humble texture weave...
Sida 185 - 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 bidst the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Sida 99 - Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays!