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Side xvii
Among his peculiarities was a very unskilful and inarticulate manner of delivering any solemn composition , which was carried so far that Dodington once accused him of not understanding his own verses . b It is said of most authors that ...
Among his peculiarities was a very unskilful and inarticulate manner of delivering any solemn composition , which was carried so far that Dodington once accused him of not understanding his own verses . b It is said of most authors that ...
Side xviii
Savage , who lived much with him , once heard a lady remark that she could gather from his works three parts of his character , that he was “ a great lover , a great swimmer , and rigorously abstinent : " but , said Savage , he knows ...
Savage , who lived much with him , once heard a lady remark that she could gather from his works three parts of his character , that he was “ a great lover , a great swimmer , and rigorously abstinent : " but , said Savage , he knows ...
Side xx
... 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 .
... 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 xxii
Of many appearances subsisting all at once , no rule can be given why one should be mentioned before another ; yet the memory wants the help of order , and the curiosity is not excited by suspense or expectation .
Of many appearances subsisting all at once , no rule can be given why one should be mentioned before another ; yet the memory wants the help of order , and the curiosity is not excited by suspense or expectation .
Side 7
At once array'd In all the colours of the flushing year , By nature's swift and secret - working hand , The garden glows , and fills the lib'ral air With lavish fragrance ; while the promis'd fruit Lies yet a little embryo , unperceiv'd ...
At once array'd In all the colours of the flushing year , By nature's swift and secret - working hand , The garden glows , and fills the lib'ral air With lavish fragrance ; while the promis'd fruit Lies yet a little embryo , unperceiv'd ...
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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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