The seasons; to which is added the life of the author1816 |
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... breast . But man , whom nature form'd of milder clay , With ev'ry kind emotion in his heart , And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as num'rous as the drops of rain , Or ...
... breast . But man , whom nature form'd of milder clay , With ev'ry kind emotion in his heart , And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as num'rous as the drops of rain , Or ...
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... breast Of the weak , hapless , uncomplaining wretch , Harsh pain and horror to the tender hand . When with his lively ray the potent sun Has pierc'd the streams , and rous'd the finny race , Then , issuing cheerful , to thy sport repair ...
... breast Of the weak , hapless , uncomplaining wretch , Harsh pain and horror to the tender hand . When with his lively ray the potent sun Has pierc'd the streams , and rous'd the finny race , Then , issuing cheerful , to thy sport repair ...
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... breast , In some lone cot amid the distant woods , Sustain'd alone by providential heav'n , Oft , as they weeping eye their infant train , Check their own appetites , and gives them all ! Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By ...
... breast , In some lone cot amid the distant woods , Sustain'd alone by providential heav'n , Oft , as they weeping eye their infant train , Check their own appetites , and gives them all ! Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By ...
Side 31
... breast with ardour flames , as on he walks , Graceful , and crows defiance . In the pond , The finely chequer'd duck before her train Rows garrulous . The stately - sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale ; And , arching ...
... breast with ardour flames , as on he walks , Graceful , and crows defiance . In the pond , The finely chequer'd duck before her train Rows garrulous . The stately - sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale ; And , arching ...
Side 33
... breast These arts of love diffuses ? What , but God ? Inspiring God ! who , boundless spirit all , And unremitting energy , pervades , Adjusts , sustains , and agitates the whole . D He ceaseless works alone ; and yet alone Seems not ...
... breast These arts of love diffuses ? What , but God ? Inspiring God ! who , boundless spirit all , And unremitting energy , pervades , Adjusts , sustains , and agitates the whole . D He ceaseless works alone ; and yet alone Seems not ...
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The Seasons ... To which is Added the Life of the Author James Thomson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1817 |
The Seasons ... To which is Added, the Life of the Author James Thomson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1818 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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
Populære avsnitt
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 213 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.