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that a variety of coincidences exist between the two poems , which were perhaps unavoidable , from their being both of a rural cast , and including precept as well as description , though , according to Dr. Aikin's observation ...
that a variety of coincidences exist between the two poems , which were perhaps unavoidable , from their being both of a rural cast , and including precept as well as description , though , according to Dr. Aikin's observation ...
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Nor ye who live In luxury and ease , in pomp and pride , Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refin'd .
Nor ye who live In luxury and ease , in pomp and pride , Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refin'd .
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There let the classic page thy fancy lead Through rural scenes ; such as the Mantuan swain Paints in the matchless harmony of song . Or catch thyself the landscape , gliding swift Athwart imagination's vivid eye : Or by the vocal woods ...
There let the classic page thy fancy lead Through rural scenes ; such as the Mantuan swain Paints in the matchless harmony of song . Or catch thyself the landscape , gliding swift Athwart imagination's vivid eye : Or by the vocal woods ...
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Should I my steps turn to the rural seat , Whose lofty elms , and venerable oaks , Invite the rook , who high amid the boughs , In early spring , his airy city builds , And ceaseless caws amusive ; there , well - pleas'd , I might the ...
Should I my steps turn to the rural seat , Whose lofty elms , and venerable oaks , Invite the rook , who high amid the boughs , In early spring , his airy city builds , And ceaseless caws amusive ; there , well - pleas'd , I might the ...
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Oh speak the joy ! ye , whom the sudden tear Surprises often , while you look around , And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss , All various nature pressing on the heart : An elegant sufficiency , content , Retirement , rural ...
Oh speak the joy ! ye , whom the sudden tear Surprises often , while you look around , And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss , All various nature pressing on the heart : An elegant sufficiency , content , Retirement , rural ...
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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
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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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