The Works of the English Poets: ThomsonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Side 10
... Still night fucceeds , A foften'd fhade , and faturated earth Awaits the morning - beam , to give to light , Rais'd through ten thousand different plastick tubes , 210 215 The The balmy treasures of the former day . Then fpring 10 ...
... Still night fucceeds , A foften'd fhade , and faturated earth Awaits the morning - beam , to give to light , Rais'd through ten thousand different plastick tubes , 210 215 The The balmy treasures of the former day . Then fpring 10 ...
Side 12
... still the gracious clouds Drop'd fatnefs down ; as o'er the fwelling mead , The herds and flocks , commixing , play'd fecure . This when , emergent from the gloomy wood , The glaring lion saw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he ...
... still the gracious clouds Drop'd fatnefs down ; as o'er the fwelling mead , The herds and flocks , commixing , play'd fecure . This when , emergent from the gloomy wood , The glaring lion saw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he ...
Side 21
... 540 545 As o'er the fabled fountain hanging still ; Nor broad carnations , nor gay - spotted pinks ; Nor , fhower'd from every bush , the damask - rose . C 3 Infinite Infinite numbers , delicacies , fmells , With hues on SPRIN G. 21.
... 540 545 As o'er the fabled fountain hanging still ; Nor broad carnations , nor gay - spotted pinks ; Nor , fhower'd from every bush , the damask - rose . C 3 Infinite Infinite numbers , delicacies , fmells , With hues on SPRIN G. 21.
Side 28
... still , In loofe libration ftretch'd , to truft the void Trembling refufe : till down before them fly The parent - guides , and chide , exhort , command , Or push them off . The furging air receives Its plumy burden ; and their felf ...
... still , In loofe libration ftretch'd , to truft the void Trembling refufe : till down before them fly The parent - guides , and chide , exhort , command , Or push them off . The furging air receives Its plumy burden ; and their felf ...
Side 32
... Still let my fong a nobler note affume , And fing th ' infufive force of Spring on Man ; When heaven and earth , as if contending , vye To raise his being , and ferene his foul . Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature ? Can ...
... Still let my fong a nobler note affume , And fing th ' infufive force of Spring on Man ; When heaven and earth , as if contending , vye To raise his being , and ferene his foul . Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature ? Can ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
æther amid beam beauty beneath beſt blaſt blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fair fame fave fcene fecret fenfe fhade fhining fhore fide figh filent filk fing firſt fkies flame fleep flocks flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreſt foul ftill fuch fudden funk fweet fwell gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt loft mingled mix'd moffy moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rife riſe round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhake ſhe ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtream ſweep ſweet ſwift tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods worfe
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Side 226 - 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.
Side 191 - 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. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Side 200 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Side 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Side 210 - What elegance and grandeur wide expand, The pride of Turkey and of Persia land ? Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And couches stretch'd around in seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling bed.
Side 161 - Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Side 163 - Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: 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.
Side 26 - Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, Check their own appetites, and give them all. Nor toil alone they...
Side 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Side 222 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.