The SeasonsThomas A. Ronalds, 1813 - 168 sider |
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... Death of Sir Isaac Newton , which he was enabled to perform as an exact philoso- pher by the instruction of Mr. Grey ; and of Britania , a kind of poetical invective against the ministry , whom Mr. Thomson's affection and gratitude to ...
... Death of Sir Isaac Newton , which he was enabled to perform as an exact philoso- pher by the instruction of Mr. Grey ; and of Britania , a kind of poetical invective against the ministry , whom Mr. Thomson's affection and gratitude to ...
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... death , was shortened by Sir George Lyt- tleton , with a liberty which , as it has a manifest ten- dency to lessen the confidence of society , and to con- found the characters of authors , by making one man write by the judgment of ...
... death , was shortened by Sir George Lyt- tleton , with a liberty which , as it has a manifest ten- dency to lessen the confidence of society , and to con- found the characters of authors , by making one man write by the judgment of ...
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... Death , rapine , carnage , surfeit and disease ; The lord , and not the tyrant , of the world . The first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladden'd race Of uncorrupted man , nor blush'd to see The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam : For ...
... Death , rapine , carnage , surfeit and disease ; The lord , and not the tyrant , of the world . The first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladden'd race Of uncorrupted man , nor blush'd to see The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam : For ...
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... death ? you , who have given us milk In luscious streams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold ? And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he , whose toil , Patient and ever ...
... death ? you , who have given us milk In luscious streams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold ? And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he , whose toil , Patient and ever ...
Side 31
... death , With sullen plunge . At once he darts along , Deep - struck , and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze , the sheltering weed , The cavern'd bank , his old secure abode ; And fles aloft , and flounces ...
... death , With sullen plunge . At once he darts along , Deep - struck , and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze , the sheltering weed , The cavern'd bank , his old secure abode ; And fles aloft , and flounces ...
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze clouds dark deep delight deluge descends diffused Doddington dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON kind light luxury matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rural SAMUEL JOHNSON scene season shade shake shines shoot Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil tragic Muse Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Side 167 - 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 50 - For the kind hand of an assiduous care. 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 th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Side 166 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee marks not the mighty Hand ; That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; 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.
Side 167 - 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. Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the groves; and, when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela ! charm The listening shades, and teach the night...
Side 163 - Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life ? All now are vanished!
Side 55 - But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
Side 165 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful thou ! with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing ' Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Side 145 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame ! how many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man.
Side 165 - Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Side 55 - Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round Of thirty years ; to Mercury, whose disk Can scarce be caught by philosophic eye, Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze.