The SeasonsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1822 - 158 sider |
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Side 11
... woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . The ' uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . ' Tis silence all , And pleasing expectation . Herds and ...
... woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves Of aspen tall . The ' uncurling floods , diffused In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . ' Tis silence all , And pleasing expectation . Herds and ...
Side 12
... woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increased , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending , all the sweeten'd zephyr springs . Meantime ...
... woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increased , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending , all the sweeten'd zephyr springs . Meantime ...
Side 13
... wood , The glaring lion saw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he join'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 ...
... wood , The glaring lion saw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he join'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 ...
Side 18
... woods and waters lull'd , And lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confused , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wandering images of things , Sooth every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd ...
... woods and waters lull'd , And lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confused , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wandering images of things , Sooth every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd ...
Side 21
... woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim . Lend me your song , ye nightingales ! oh , pour The mazy - running soul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings , The symphony of ...
... woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim . Lend me your song , ye nightingales ! oh , pour The mazy - running soul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings , The symphony of ...
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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...