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amid beam beauty beneath bloom breast breath bright calm charm clouds comes dark death deep delight descends E'en earth ether fair fall fancy fear fields fire flame flocks flood force forest gale gentle gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heart heaven hills human kind labour land light lively look lost mind mingled mixed morn mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er o’er once passions peace plain pours pride pure race rage raise rise rocks roll round rural scene season sense shade shining silent sleep smile snow soft song soul sounding spirit spread Spring storm stream sweet swelling tender thee thou thought thousand till toil train turn vale various virtue walks wander waste wave whole wide wild winds wing woods youth
Side 173 - Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Side 39 - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, . To meditation due and sacred song? For is there aught in sleep can charm the wise? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life; Total extinction of th' enlightened soul ! Or else to feverish vanity alive, Wildered, and tossing through distemper'd dreams?
Side 105 - To raise the virtues, animate the bliss, And sweeten all the toils of human life : This be the female dignity, and praise.
Side 38 - With quickened step, Brown Night retires: young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn. Blue, through the dusk, the smoking currents shine; And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps, awkward: while along the forest-glad« The wild deer trip, and, often turning, gaze At early passenger.
Side 6 - Within its crimson folds. Now from the town Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps, Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields, Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush, as through the verdant maze Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk...
Side 46 - Upward and downward, thwarting and convolved, The quivering nations sport ; till, tempestwinged, Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of day. Even so luxurious men, unheeding, pass An idle summer life in fortune's shine, — A season's glitter ! Thus they flutter on From toy to toy, from vanity to vice ; Till, blown away by death, Oblivion comes Behind, and strikes them from the book of life.
Side 209 - Unclogg'd the body, unobscured the mind : The morning rises gay, with pleasing stealth, The temperate evening falls serene and kind. In health the wiser brutes true gladness find. See how the younglings frisk along the meads, As May...
Side 160 - 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. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.