The Seasons, and Castle of Indolence ...For Fairbairn & Anderson, 1818 - 279 sidor |
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... sweet poet of the year ! Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won While Scotia , with exulting tear , Proclaims that THOMSON Was her son . BURNS . SPRING . -together let us tread The morning dews , TO THE SHADE OF THOMSON, ...
... sweet poet of the year ! Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won While Scotia , with exulting tear , Proclaims that THOMSON Was her son . BURNS . SPRING . -together let us tread The morning dews , TO THE SHADE OF THOMSON, ...
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... Ye fostering breezes , blow ! Ye softening dews , ye tender showers , descend ! And temper all , thou world - reviving sun , Into the perfect year ! Nor ye who live In luxury and ease , in pomp and pride , 16 SPRING .
... Ye fostering breezes , blow ! Ye softening dews , ye tender showers , descend ! And temper all , thou world - reviving sun , Into the perfect year ! Nor ye who live In luxury and ease , in pomp and pride , 16 SPRING .
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... Thou smiling Nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells With growing strength , and ever - new delight . From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill , Led by the breeze , the vivid verdure runs , And swells ...
... Thou smiling Nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells With growing strength , and ever - new delight . From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill , Led by the breeze , the vivid verdure runs , And swells ...
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... thou , Amanda , come , pride of my song ! Form'd by the Graces , loveliness itself ! Come with those downcast eyes , sedate and sweet , Those looks demure , that deeply pierce the soul , Where , with the light of thoughtful reason mix'd ...
... thou , Amanda , come , pride of my song ! Form'd by the Graces , loveliness itself ! Come with those downcast eyes , sedate and sweet , Those looks demure , that deeply pierce the soul , Where , with the light of thoughtful reason mix'd ...
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... thou stray'st ; The British Tempé ! there along the dale , With woods o'er - hung , and shagg'd with mossy rocks , Whence on each hand the gushing waters play , And down the rough cascade white - dashing fall , Or gleam in lengthen'd ...
... thou stray'st ; The British Tempé ! there along the dale , With woods o'er - hung , and shagg'd with mossy rocks , Whence on each hand the gushing waters play , And down the rough cascade white - dashing fall , Or gleam in lengthen'd ...
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amid beam beauty behold beneath bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds dark darting deep delight E'en earth ether fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gleam gloom glow grace Greece grove guile Hagley Park happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON labour light luxury lyre matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night numbers o'er passions peace Philomel plain poison'd pomp Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season seraphic shade shining sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweep sweet swelling tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil trembling turbid vale vex'd vext virtue walks waste wave whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Sida 213 - 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.
Sida 256 - 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 214 - 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. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose...
Sida 211 - Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy 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...
Sida 186 - In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Sida 60 - With quicken'd step, Brown night retires. Young day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Sida 159 - The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, Oft startling such as, studious, walk below, And slowly circles through the waving air.
Sida 132 - 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 225 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Sida 185 - 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.