The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... waste . At last from Aries rolls the bounteous Sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more The ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads ...
... waste . At last from Aries rolls the bounteous Sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more The ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads ...
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... waste . For oft , engender'd by the hazy north , Myriads on myriads , insect armies warp Keen in the poison'd breeze ; and wasteful eat , Through buds and bark , into the blacken'd core , Their eager way . A feeble race ! yet oft The ...
... waste . For oft , engender'd by the hazy north , Myriads on myriads , insect armies warp Keen in the poison'd breeze ; and wasteful eat , Through buds and bark , into the blacken'd core , Their eager way . A feeble race ! yet oft The ...
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... wastes the weeping hours . These , and a thousand mix'd emotions more , From ever - changing views of good and ill , Form'd infinitely various , vex the mind [ grows With endless storm : whence , deeply rankling , The partial thought ...
... wastes the weeping hours . These , and a thousand mix'd emotions more , From ever - changing views of good and ill , Form'd infinitely various , vex the mind [ grows With endless storm : whence , deeply rankling , The partial thought ...
Side 31
... waste of snows ; and Summer shot His pestilential heats . Great Spring , before , Green'd all the year ; and fruits and blossoms blush'd , In social sweetness , on the self - same bough . Pure was the temperate air ; an even calm ...
... waste of snows ; and Summer shot His pestilential heats . Great Spring , before , Green'd all the year ; and fruits and blossoms blush'd , In social sweetness , on the self - same bough . Pure was the temperate air ; an even calm ...
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... waste of music is the voice of love ; That e'en to birds , and beasts , the tender arts Of pleasing teaches . Hence the glossy kind Try every winning way inventive love Can dictate , and in courtship to their mates Pour forth their ...
... waste of music is the voice of love ; That e'en to birds , and beasts , the tender arts Of pleasing teaches . Hence the glossy kind Try every winning way inventive love Can dictate , and in courtship to their mates Pour forth their ...
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Aaron Hill amid beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm clouds deep delight E'en earth ether fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom glow grace Greece grove Hagley Park happy heart Heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON labour light lived luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rural scene season shade shining sigh silvan sleep smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil trembling vale vex'd virtue waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Side 190 - 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.
Side 225 - 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 190 - Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the Sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth ; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves. With transport touches all the springs of life.
Side 198 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Side 17 - 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.
Side 163 - Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want. The bleating kind Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad dispersed, Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow.
Side 34 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode;* And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Side 174 - We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes Of frolic fancy ; and incessant form Those rapid pictures, that assembled train Of fleet ideas, never join'd before, Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise ; Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself, Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve.
Side 190 - Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake the astonished world, lift high to heaven The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.
Side 164 - Smoothed up with snow ; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.