The seasons; to which is added the life of the author1816 |
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Side 6
... dark retreat Of vegetation , sets the steaming pow'r At large , to wander o'er the verdant earth , In various hues ; but chiefly thee , gay green ! Thou smiling nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells ...
... dark retreat Of vegetation , sets the steaming pow'r At large , to wander o'er the verdant earth , In various hues ; but chiefly thee , gay green ! Thou smiling nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells ...
Side 14
... dark disgust , and hatred , winding wiles , Coward deceit , and ruffian violence : At last , extinct each social feeling , fell And joyless inhumanity pervades And petrifies the heart . Nature , disturb'd , Is deem'd , vindictive , to ...
... dark disgust , and hatred , winding wiles , Coward deceit , and ruffian violence : At last , extinct each social feeling , fell And joyless inhumanity pervades And petrifies the heart . Nature , disturb'd , Is deem'd , vindictive , to ...
Side 16
... d away ; And , whit'ning , down their mossy - tinctur'd stream Descends the billowy foam ; now is the time , While yet the dark - brown water aids the guile , To tempt the trout . The well - dissembled fly 16 SPRING .
... d away ; And , whit'ning , down their mossy - tinctur'd stream Descends the billowy foam ; now is the time , While yet the dark - brown water aids the guile , To tempt the trout . The well - dissembled fly 16 SPRING .
Side 18
... dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time he , following cautious , scans the fly ; And oft attempts to seize it , but as oft The dimpled ...
... dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time he , following cautious , scans the fly ; And oft attempts to seize it , but as oft The dimpled ...
Side 22
James Thomson. Dimpling along , the breezy ruffled lake , The forest dark'ning round , the glitt'ring spire , Th ' ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far excursive ? when , at hand , Along these blushing borders ...
James Thomson. Dimpling along , the breezy ruffled lake , The forest dark'ning round , the glitt'ring spire , Th ' ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far excursive ? when , at hand , Along these blushing borders ...
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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 |
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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
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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.