The SeasonsJohn Sharpe, 1840 - 203 sider |
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Side 11
... Sits on th ' horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 150 The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a ...
... Sits on th ' horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 150 The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a ...
Side 24
... sits , Not to be tempted from her tender task , Or by sharp hunger or by smooth delight , 660 Though the whole loosened Spring around her blows , Her sympathizing lover takes his stand High on th ' opponent bank , and ceaseless sings ...
... sits , Not to be tempted from her tender task , Or by sharp hunger or by smooth delight , 660 Though the whole loosened Spring around her blows , Her sympathizing lover takes his stand High on th ' opponent bank , and ceaseless sings ...
Side 29
... sits the shepherd on the grassy turf , Inhaling , healthful , the descending sun . Around him feeds his many - bleating flock , Of various cadence ; and his sportive lambs , This way and that convolved , in friskful glee , Their frolics ...
... sits the shepherd on the grassy turf , Inhaling , healthful , the descending sun . Around him feeds his many - bleating flock , Of various cadence ; and his sportive lambs , This way and that convolved , in friskful glee , Their frolics ...
Side 30
... sits , from his dark retreat Inviting modest Want . Nor , till invoked , Can restless goodness wait ; your active search Leaves no cold , wintry corner unexplored ; Like silent - working Heaven , surprising oft The lonely heart with ...
... sits , from his dark retreat Inviting modest Want . Nor , till invoked , Can restless goodness wait ; your active search Leaves no cold , wintry corner unexplored ; Like silent - working Heaven , surprising oft The lonely heart with ...
Side 31
... sit beneath the shade Of solemn oaks , that tuft the swelling mounts Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand , And pensive listen to the various voice 910 Of rural peace : the herds , the flocks , the birds , 915 The hollow ...
... sit beneath the shade Of solemn oaks , that tuft the swelling mounts Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand , And pensive listen to the various voice 910 Of rural peace : the herds , the flocks , the birds , 915 The hollow ...
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amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Castle of Indolence charm cheerful clouds commixed dark darting deep delight deluge descends diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mighty mingled mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pours pride race rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot smiling snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Side 37 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Side 153 - Tis done ! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Side 158 - 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 suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Side 18 - 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 abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Side 125 - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Side 38 - The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: Till evening comes at last, serene and mild; When after the long vernal day of life, Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love, Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed, their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.
Side 70 - 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 ; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Side 131 - The fowls of heaven, tamed by the cruel season, crowd around the winnowing store, and claim the little boon which Providence assigns them. One alone, the red-breast, sacred to the household gods, wisely regardful of the...
Side 157 - 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 th...
Side 156 - 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. Nature, attend ! join, every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes.