The seasons; to which is prefixed the life of the authorWeybridge, S. Hamilton Press; Wilkie & Robinson [& 16 others], 1811 - 236 sider |
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... shake the sounding marsh ; or , from the shore , The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath , And sing their wild notes to the list'ning waste . At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no ...
... shake the sounding marsh ; or , from the shore , The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath , And sing their wild notes to the list'ning waste . At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no ...
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... shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow In large effusion , o'er the freshen'd ... Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mist , Far smoking o'er th ' interminable plain , In twinkling myriads lights the ...
... shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow In large effusion , o'er the freshen'd ... Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mist , Far smoking o'er th ' interminable plain , In twinkling myriads lights the ...
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... Shakes from his noon - day throne the scatt'ring clouds , E'en shooting listless languor through the deeps ; Then seek the bank where flow'ring elders crowd , Where , scatter'd wild , the lily of the vale Its balmy essence breathes ...
... Shakes from his noon - day throne the scatt'ring clouds , E'en shooting listless languor through the deeps ; Then seek the bank where flow'ring elders crowd , Where , scatter'd wild , the lily of the vale Its balmy essence breathes ...
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... shake On the sooth'd ear . From these abstracted , oft You wander through the philosophic world ; Where in bright train continual wonders rise , Or to the curious or the pious eye . And oft , conducted by historic truth , You tread the ...
... shake On the sooth'd ear . From these abstracted , oft You wander through the philosophic world ; Where in bright train continual wonders rise , Or to the curious or the pious eye . And oft , conducted by historic truth , You tread the ...
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... shakes ; and from his sides The troublous insects lashes with his tail , Returning still . Amid his subjects safe , Slumbers the monarch - swain ; his careless arm , Thrown round his head , on downy moss sustain'd : Here laid his scrip ...
... shakes ; and from his sides The troublous insects lashes with his tail , Returning still . Amid his subjects safe , Slumbers the monarch - swain ; his careless arm , Thrown round his head , on downy moss sustain'd : Here laid his scrip ...
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze clouds dark deep delight deluge descends dreadful earth ether ev'ry exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood friends gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains muse nature nature's night numbers o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shake shining shoot Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave Weybridge wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Side 153 - 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 his praise.
Side 129 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Side 149 - 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. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares?
Side 128 - 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 153 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Side xi - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet, the eye that distinguishes in...
Side 150 - Tis come, the glorious morn ! the second birth Of heaven and earth ! awakening Nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life, In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free.
Side 22 - Kilda's * shore, whose lonely race Resign the setting sun to Indian worlds, The royal eagle draws his vigorous young, Strong-pounced, and ardent with paternal fire. Now fit to raise a kingdom of their own, He drives them from his fort, the towering seat, For ages, of his empire ; which, in peace, Unstain'd he holds, while many a league to sea He wings his course, and preys in distant isles.
Side 71 - Here let us sweep The boundless landscape; now the raptured eye, Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send, Now to the sister hills that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow.
Side 155 - May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.