The SeasonsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1822 - 158 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 13
... 'd his sullen joy . For music held the whole in perfect peace : Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In SPRING . 1333.
... 'd his sullen joy . For music held the whole in perfect peace : Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In SPRING . 1333.
Side 17
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream 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 time ...
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream 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 time ...
Side 19
... soft air , the busy nations fly , Cling to the bud , and , with inserted tube , Suck its pure essence , its etherial soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare 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 etherial soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare The purple heath , or where the wild thyme grows , And yellow ...
Side 20
... soft wing of vernal breezes shed , Anemones ; auriculas , enrich'd 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 , enrich'd 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 Cincinnatus clouds dark darting deep delight deluge descends diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood form'd gale gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mix'd mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er Palemon passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot silvan smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walks wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wrapp'd youth
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Side 158 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Side 158 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Side 158 - 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 134 - Disaster'd stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain : Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Side 157 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Side 135 - Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land — unknown, What water — of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh...
Side 157 - 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...
Side 11 - From the bent bush, as through the verdant maze Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk; Or taste the smell of dairy ; or ascend Some eminence, AUGUSTA, in thy plains, And see the country, far diffus'd around, One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower Of mingled blossoms; where the raptur'd eye Hurries from joy to joy...
Side 127 - 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...