The SeasonsJohn Sharpe, 1840 - 203 páginas |
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... maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy or ascend Some eminence , Augusta , in thy plains , And see the country , far diffused around , One boundless blush , one white - empurpled shower Of mingled ...
... maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy or ascend Some eminence , Augusta , in thy plains , And see the country , far diffused around , One boundless blush , one white - empurpled shower Of mingled ...
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... maze . Not so the boy : 210 He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amazed Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , 215 Then vanish quite away ...
... maze . Not so the boy : 210 He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amazed Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , 215 Then vanish quite away ...
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... maze 395 Down to the river , in whose ample wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . 400 Just in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mixed the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollowed ...
... maze 395 Down to the river , in whose ample wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . 400 Just in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mixed the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollowed ...
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... maze , the hurried eye Distracted wanders ; now the bowery walk Of covert close , where scarce a speck of day Falls on the lengthened gloom , protracted sweeps ; Now meets the bending sky ; the river now Dimpling along , the breezy ...
... maze , the hurried eye Distracted wanders ; now the bowery walk Of covert close , where scarce a speck of day Falls on the lengthened gloom , protracted sweeps ; Now meets the bending sky ; the river now Dimpling along , the breezy ...
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... mazes the relucent stream Plays o'er the mead . The precipice abrupt , Projecting horror on the blackened flood , Softens at thy return . The desert joys , Wildly , through all his melancholy bounds . Rude ruins glitter ; and the briny ...
... mazes the relucent stream Plays o'er the mead . The precipice abrupt , Projecting horror on the blackened flood , Softens at thy return . The desert joys , Wildly , through all his melancholy bounds . Rude ruins glitter ; and the briny ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Castle of Indolence charm cheerful clouds commixed dark darting deep delight deluge descends diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mighty mingled mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pours pride race rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot smiling snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Página 37 - 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 the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Página 153 - Tis done ! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, 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.
Página 158 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Página 18 - 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 abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Página 125 - 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...
Página 38 - The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: Till evening comes at last, serene and mild; When after the long vernal day of life, Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love, Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed, their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.
Página 70 - And following slower, in explosion vast, The Thunder raises his tremendous voice. At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven, The tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The noise astounds : till over head a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide ; then shuts, And opens wider ; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Página 131 - The fowls of heaven, tamed by the cruel season, crowd around the winnowing store, and claim the little boon which Providence assigns them. One alone, the red-breast, sacred to the household gods, wisely regardful of the...
Página 157 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Página 156 - 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. Nature, attend ! join, every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes.