The Seasons: And The Castle of IndolenceClarendon Press, 1891 - 436 sider |
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... breathe Untimely frost , before whose baleful blast The full - blown Spring through all her foliage shrinks , Joyless and dead , a wide - dejected waste . For oft , engendered by the hazy north , Myriads on myriads , insect armies warp ...
... breathe Untimely frost , before whose baleful blast The full - blown Spring through all her foliage shrinks , Joyless and dead , a wide - dejected waste . For oft , engendered by the hazy north , Myriads on myriads , insect armies warp ...
Side 35
... breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . The uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . ' Tis ...
... breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . The uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . ' Tis ...
Side 43
... into peace— All but the swellings of the softened heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold , yon breathing prospect bids the muse 450 455 460 465 Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint SPRING . 43.
... into peace— All but the swellings of the softened heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold , yon breathing prospect bids the muse 450 455 460 465 Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint SPRING . 43.
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... breath of Nature , and her endless bloom ! Hail , Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of heaven and earth , Essential Presence , hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts Continual climb ; who , with a master - hand , Hast the ...
... breath of Nature , and her endless bloom ! Hail , Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of heaven and earth , Essential Presence , hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts Continual climb ; who , with a master - hand , Hast the ...
Side 51
... breathing through the woods , 735 With yellow lustre bright , that the new tribes Visit the spacious heavens , and look abroad On nature's common , -far as they can see Or wing , their range and pasture . O'er the boughs Dancing about ...
... breathing through the woods , 735 With yellow lustre bright , that the new tribes Visit the spacious heavens , and look abroad On nature's common , -far as they can see Or wing , their range and pasture . O'er the boughs Dancing about ...
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Aaron Hill Æneid Allan Ramsay amid Autumn beauty beneath blank verse breath Burns Canto Castle of Indolence charm cheerful clouds Comus death deep delight earlier editions earlier text earth edition of 1738 Ednam ethereal Faerie Queene fair fame fancy flame flocks flood friends gentle Georgic gloom grace groves Hagley Park heart heaven heroic couplet hills infant beds labour light lines living Lord Lost Lyttelton Malloch Milton mind mountains muse Musidora nature Nature's night Note o'er passage passion peace Philomela plain poem poet poetical poetry pours rage reference rise round rural scene Scotland Seasons shade shining sing smile snow soft song soul Southdean spirit Spring stanza storm stream Summer supra swain sweet swelling tempest thee Thomson thou thought toil vale verse virtue wave wild wind wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Side 274 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Side 260 - Stand, never overlooked, our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds ; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear ; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Side 183 - 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.
Side 104 - 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...
Side 249 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Side 62 - 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 the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Side 185 - 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.
Side 186 - 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.
Side 153 - 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...
Side 161 - In vain for him th' 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.