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The seasons, with the life of the author: to which are added Hesiod, or the ...
James Thomson,Thomas Parnell
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1808
The Seasons, with the Life of the Author: To Which Are Added Hesiod, Or the ...
James Thomson,Thomas Parnell
Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2015
amid arms beauty beneath breast breath bright charms circling clouds comes dark death deep delight descends earth Emma fair fall fancy fate fear feel fields flame flood force gentle give gloom grace grove hand happy head heart heaven Hence Henry hills human kind land light lively look lost mind mingled mountains Muse Nature night o'er once pain passion peace plain pride race rage rise rocks roll round runs scene season secret shade shining side sits smile snow soft song soul sounding spread Spring stand storm stream sweet swelling tears tempest tender thee thou thought thousand thro toil train turn vale various virtue voice walk wandering waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Side 70 - 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 54 - Father of light and life, Thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself ! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Side 47 - SEE, 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, Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Side 45 - 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 ; These ever open to my ravish'd eye ; A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust!
Side 36 - From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye. The hawthorn whitens ; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees, Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd In full luxuriance to the sighing gales ; Where the deer rustle through the twining brake, And the birds sing conceal'd.
Side 81 - Behold , fond Man ! . See here thy pictur'd 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 7 - For home he had not: home is the resort Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where, Supporting and supported, polish'd friends And dear relations mingle into bliss.
Side 55 - Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want. The bleating kind Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad dispersed, Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow.
Side 101 - Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in ; Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead. Wild, sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes, He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,