The SeasonsJohn Sharpe, 1840 - 203 sider |
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Side 7
... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own Season paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly WINTER passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and ...
... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own Season paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly WINTER passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and ...
Side 14
... Soft sighed the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their choir ; and winds and waters flowed In consonance . Such were those prime of days , 270 But now those white , unblemished ...
... Soft sighed the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their choir ; and winds and waters flowed In consonance . Such were those prime of days , 270 But now those white , unblemished ...
Side 18
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream 415 The speckled captive throw . But should you lure From his dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long ...
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream 415 The speckled captive throw . But should you lure From his dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long ...
Side 20
... soft air , the busy nations fly , Cling to the bud , and , with inserted tube , Suck its pure essence , its ethereal soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare 510 The purple heath , or where the wild thyme grows , And yellow ...
... soft air , the busy nations fly , Cling to the bud , and , with inserted tube , Suck its pure essence , its ethereal soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare 510 The purple heath , or where the wild thyme grows , And yellow ...
Side 21
... soft wing of vernal breezes shed , Anemones ; auriculas , enriched With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves ; And full ranunculas of glowing red . Then comes the tulip race , where Beauty plays Her idle freaks ; from family ...
... soft wing of vernal breezes shed , Anemones ; auriculas , enriched With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves ; And full ranunculas of glowing red . Then comes the tulip race , where Beauty plays Her idle freaks ; from family ...
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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.