The SeasonsJohn Sharpe, 1840 - 203 sider |
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Side 9
... wander o'er the verdant earth , In various hues ; but chiefly thee , gay green ! Thou smiling Nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells With growing strength and ever new delight . From the moist meadow ...
... wander o'er the verdant earth , In various hues ; but chiefly thee , gay green ! Thou smiling Nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells With growing strength and ever new delight . From the moist meadow ...
Side 10
James Thomson. L Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy or ...
James Thomson. L Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy or ...
Side 11
... , let all their moisture flow , In large effusion , o'er the freshened world . The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard , By such as wander through the forest walks , 175 Beneath th ' umbrageous multitude of leaves . But who SPRING .
... , let all their moisture flow , In large effusion , o'er the freshened world . The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard , By such as wander through the forest walks , 175 Beneath th ' umbrageous multitude of leaves . But who SPRING .
Side 19
... wandering images of things , Sooth every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the softened heart , That weaken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth ...
... wandering images of things , Sooth every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the softened heart , That weaken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth ...
Side 20
... wanders ; now the bowery walk Of covert close , where scarce a speck of day Falls on the lengthened gloom , protracted sweeps ; Now meets the bending sky ; the river now Dimpling along , the breezy ruffled lake , The forest 20 SPRING .
... wanders ; now the bowery walk Of covert close , where scarce a speck of day Falls on the lengthened gloom , protracted sweeps ; Now meets the bending sky ; the river now Dimpling along , the breezy ruffled lake , The forest 20 SPRING .
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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.