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At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads them thin ...
At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads them thin ...
Side 12
Moist , bright , and green , the landscape laughs around . Full swell the woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increas'd , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from ...
Moist , bright , and green , the landscape laughs around . Full swell the woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increas'd , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from ...
Side 26
But why so far excursive ? when at hand , Along these blushing borders , bright with dew , And in yon mingled wilderness of flow'rs , Fair - handed Spring unbosoms ev'ry grace ; Throws out the snowdrop , and the crocus first ; The daisy ...
But why so far excursive ? when at hand , Along these blushing borders , bright with dew , And in yon mingled wilderness of flow'rs , Fair - handed Spring unbosoms ev'ry grace ; Throws out the snowdrop , and the crocus first ; The daisy ...
Side 34
Dull are the pretty slaves , their plumage dull , Ragged , and all its bright'ning lustre lost ; Nor is that sprightly wildness in their notes , Which , clear and vig'rous , warbles from the beech . O then , ye friends of love ...
Dull are the pretty slaves , their plumage dull , Ragged , and all its bright'ning lustre lost ; Nor is that sprightly wildness in their notes , Which , clear and vig'rous , warbles from the beech . O then , ye friends of love ...
Side 35
Tis on some ev'ning , sunny , grateful , mild , When nought but balm is breathing thro'the woods , With yellow lustre bright , that the new tribes Visit the spacious heav'ns , and look abroad On nature's common , far as they can see ...
Tis on some ev'ning , sunny , grateful , mild , When nought but balm is breathing thro'the woods , With yellow lustre bright , that the new tribes Visit the spacious heav'ns , and look abroad On nature's common , far as they can see ...
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amid appear bank beam beauty beneath bloom breast breath breeze bright circling clouds comes dark death deep delight descends e'en earth ev'ry fair fall fancy fear feels fields fierce flame flocks flood force friends give gloom grace grove hand happy head heard heart heav'n Hence hills kind land light lively look lost luxury mind mingled morn mountains muse nature night o'er o’er once passions peace plain pow'r pride pure race rage rise rocks roll round rural scarce scene season sense shade shake shining shoot sits smile snow soft song soul sounding spirit spreads Spring stand storm stream sweet swelling tempest tender thee thou thought thousand till toil train turn vale various virtue voice walks waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter wonders woods youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 59 - With quicken'd 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.
Side 150 - Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild • So flourish'd, blooming, and unseen by all, The sweet Lavinia ; till at length compell'd By strong Necessity's supreme command, With smiling patience in her looks, she went To glean Palemon's fields.
Side 108 - Tis listening fear, and dumb amazement all : When to the startled eye the sudden glance Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud; And following slower, in explosion vast, The Thunder raises his tremendous voice. At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The noise astounds : till over head a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts, And opens wider ;...
Side 201 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals ; and, higher still, the mind, The varied scene of quick-compounded thought, And where the mixing passions endless shift...
Side 259 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Side 215 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts 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...
Side 258 - 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...
Side 258 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills : ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound : the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come.
Side 260 - tis nought to me: since God is ever present, ever felt, in the void waste as in the city full; and where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, and wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey ; there, with new powers, will rising wonders sing : I cannot go where Universal Love not smiles around, sustaining all yon orbs and all their sons; from seeming Evil still educing Good, and Better thence again, and Better still, in infinite progression.
Side 46 - Romantic, hangs : there through the pensive dusk Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation lost, Indulging all to love: or on the bank Thrown, amid drooping lilies, swells the breeze With sighs unceasing, and the brook with tears.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | The Seasons |
| Forfatter | James Thomson |
| Utgiver | T. Bensley, 1802 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 9. aug 2006 |
| Lengde | 262 sider |
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