The works of mr. James Thomson, to which is prefixed the life of the author by P. Murdoch, Volum 11802 |
Inni boken
Resultat 1-5 av 34
Side 6
... sleep , and noisome damps , Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell ...
... sleep , and noisome damps , Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell ...
Side 10
... sleep beneath its sacred beam : For their light slumbers gently fumed away ; And up they rose as vigorous as the sun , Or to the culture of the willing glebe , Or to the cheerful tendance of the flock . Meantime the song went round ...
... sleep beneath its sacred beam : For their light slumbers gently fumed away ; And up they rose as vigorous as the sun , Or to the culture of the willing glebe , Or to the cheerful tendance of the flock . Meantime the song went round ...
Side 33
... of her beam , With softened soul , and wooes the bird of eve To mingle woes with his : or while the world And all the sons of Care lie hush'd in sleep , VOL . I. D 34 Associates with the midnight shadows drear ; And , SPRING . 33.
... of her beam , With softened soul , and wooes the bird of eve To mingle woes with his : or while the world And all the sons of Care lie hush'd in sleep , VOL . I. D 34 Associates with the midnight shadows drear ; And , SPRING . 33.
Side 34
... sleep from his pillow flies . All night he tosses , nor the balmy power In any posture finds ; till the grey morn Lifts her pale lustre on the paler wretch , Exanimate by love : and then perhaps Exhausted Nature sinks a while to rest ...
... sleep from his pillow flies . All night he tosses , nor the balmy power In any posture finds ; till the grey morn Lifts her pale lustre on the paler wretch , Exanimate by love : and then perhaps Exhausted Nature sinks a while to rest ...
Side 38
... of recollected love , Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed , their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign . SUMMER . THE ARGUMENT . The subject proposed . Invocation 38 SPRING .
... of recollected love , Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed , their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign . SUMMER . THE ARGUMENT . The subject proposed . Invocation 38 SPRING .
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
The Works of Mr. James Thomson, to Which Is Prefixed the Life of the Author ... James Thomson, gen,Patrick Murdoch Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
The Works of Mr. James Thomson, to Which Is Prefixed the Life of the Author ... Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2020 |
The Works of Mr. James Thomson, to Which Is Prefixed the Life of the Author ... James Thomson, gen,Patrick Murdoch Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
amid art thou beam beauty Behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm Castle of Indolence charm clouds dæmon darting deep delight earth ether fair fair brow fancy flame Fleet Street flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove happy heart heaven hills JAMES THOMSON join'd light lyre matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse MUSIDORA Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture reigns rills rise robe round rural sacred scene seraphic shade shine sigh silvan sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet sweet emotions swell tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought toil train vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 175 - 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 175 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales, Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful thou...
Side 141 - 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 18 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode ; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Side 176 - But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not THEE ; marks not the mighty hand, That ever busy wheels the silent spheres...
Side 35 - In yonder grave a druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ^ To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Side 213 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Side 88 - The great deliverer he, who from the gloom Of cloistered monks and jargon-teaching schools, Led forth the true philosophy, there long Held in the magic chain of words and forms And definitions void: he led her forth, Daughter of Heaven! that, slow-ascending still, Investigating sure the chain of things, With radiant finger points to Heaven again.
Side 138 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and, higher still, the mind...
Side 186 - Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half...