The SeasonsHarper & brothers, 1842 - 320 sider |
Inni boken
Resultat 1-5 av 32
Side xxxvi
... train : Oft moralizing sage ; his ditty sweet He lothed much to write , ne cared to repeat . " 82 The portrait of Thomson by Aikman now at Hagley , confirms this opinion . It has been engraved . Another portrait , painted by J. Paton in ...
... train : Oft moralizing sage ; his ditty sweet He lothed much to write , ne cared to repeat . " 82 The portrait of Thomson by Aikman now at Hagley , confirms this opinion . It has been engraved . Another portrait , painted by J. Paton in ...
Side 13
... train , would quench the summer blaze , And , cheerless , drown the crude unripen'd year . The northeast spends his rage , and now shut up Within his iron caves . the effusive south - Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven ...
... train , would quench the summer blaze , And , cheerless , drown the crude unripen'd year . The northeast spends his rage , and now shut up Within his iron caves . the effusive south - Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven ...
Side 42
... train , Check their own appetites and give them all . Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By the great Father of the Spring inspir'd Gives instant courage to the fearful race , And to the simple , art . With stealthy wing ...
... train , Check their own appetites and give them all . Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By the great Father of the Spring inspir'd Gives instant courage to the fearful race , And to the simple , art . With stealthy wing ...
Side 46
... he walks Graceful , and crows defiance . In the pond , The finely checker'd duck before her train Rows garrulous . The stately - sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale ; And , arching proud his neck , with oary feet.
... he walks Graceful , and crows defiance . In the pond , The finely checker'd duck before her train Rows garrulous . The stately - sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale ; And , arching proud his neck , with oary feet.
Side 54
... train continual wonders rise , Or to the curious or the pious eye . And oft , conducted by historic truth , You tread the long extent of backward time : Planning , with warm benevolence of mind , And honest zeal unwarp'd by party rage ...
... train continual wonders rise , Or to the curious or the pious eye . And oft , conducted by historic truth , You tread the long extent of backward time : Planning , with warm benevolence of mind , And honest zeal unwarp'd by party rage ...
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
amid Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bloom boundless breast breath breeze Castle of Indolence charm clouds Coriolanus Creswick death deep delight descends Ditto earth edition Ednam ether exalts fair fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale genius gentle gloom glowing grace grove Hagley Park heart heaven hills James Thomson Line lord luxury Lyttelton Marischal college maze mighty Millar mingled mix'd mountains muse Musidora nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain poem poet poison'd pomp pride prince of Wales princess of Wales rage rise rocks roll round rous'd Roxburghshire rural scene Seasons secretary of briefs shade shine smile snow soft song soul Southdean spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomas Thomson thou thought toil vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 259 - 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 305 - To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes. Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms, Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake the astonished world, lift high to heaven The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.
Side 66 - 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 257 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun, Faint from the west, emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep-hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Side 14 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall.
Side 262 - Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.
Side 307 - The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world ; 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.
Side 180 - Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild : So flourish'd, blooming, and unseen by all, The sweet Lavinia...
Side 24 - E'er plow'd for him. They too are temper'd high, With hunger stung and wild necessity, Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. But Man, whom Nature form'd of milder clay, With every kind emotion in his heart, And taught alone to weep; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies, herbs, And fruits, as numerous as the drops of rain Or beams that gave them birth; shall he, fair form! Who wears sweet smiles, and looks erect on heaven, E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd...
Side 306 - Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.