The Seasons: And The Castle of IndolenceClarendon Press, 1891 - 436 sider |
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... land , the naked nations clothe , And be the exhaustless granary of a world ! Nor only through the lenient air this change Delicious breathes : the penetrative sun , His force deep - darting to the dark retreat Of vegetation , sets the ...
... land , the naked nations clothe , And be the exhaustless granary of a world ! Nor only through the lenient air this change Delicious breathes : the penetrative sun , His force deep - darting to the dark retreat Of vegetation , sets the ...
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... land With all the pomp of harvest - shall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands Even of the clowns he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To swell the riot of the autumnal feast Won by his labour . Thus the feeling heart ...
... land With all the pomp of harvest - shall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands Even of the clowns he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To swell the riot of the autumnal feast Won by his labour . Thus the feeling heart ...
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... land to land is flushed the vernal year . Nor to the surface of enlivened earth , Graceful with hills and dales , and leafy woods- 130 Her liberal tresses - is thy force confined ; But , to the bowelled cavern darting deep , The mineral ...
... land to land is flushed the vernal year . Nor to the surface of enlivened earth , Graceful with hills and dales , and leafy woods- 130 Her liberal tresses - is thy force confined ; But , to the bowelled cavern darting deep , The mineral ...
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... treasures of the sun without his rage ; Hence , fervent all with culture , toil , and arts , 395 400 405 410 415 420 425 Wide glows her land ; her dreadful thunder hence Rides o'er the waves sublime , and now , even 76 THE SEASONS .
... treasures of the sun without his rage ; Hence , fervent all with culture , toil , and arts , 395 400 405 410 415 420 425 Wide glows her land ; her dreadful thunder hence Rides o'er the waves sublime , and now , even 76 THE SEASONS .
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... steel to stab their peace , 755 And through the land , yet red from civil wounds , To spread the purple tyranny of Rome . Thou , like the harmless bee , mayst freely range From mead to mead bright with exalted flowers , From SUMMER . 85.
... steel to stab their peace , 755 And through the land , yet red from civil wounds , To spread the purple tyranny of Rome . Thou , like the harmless bee , mayst freely range From mead to mead bright with exalted flowers , From SUMMER . 85.
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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.