The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the British poets [ed. by S.J. Pratt].1808 |
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الصفحة 8
... balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely wild , O'er all the deep - green earth , beyond the power Of botanists to number up their tribes : Whether he steals along the lonely dale , In silent 8 THOMSON .
... balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely wild , O'er all the deep - green earth , beyond the power Of botanists to number up their tribes : Whether he steals along the lonely dale , In silent 8 THOMSON .
الصفحة 39
... living surface of the ground : Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum , To him who muses through the woods at noon : Or drowsy shepherd , as he lies reclin'd , With half - shut eyes , beneath the floating shade Of willows gray , close ...
... living surface of the ground : Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum , To him who muses through the woods at noon : Or drowsy shepherd , as he lies reclin'd , With half - shut eyes , beneath the floating shade Of willows gray , close ...
الصفحة 58
... living winds , Forbid to blow a wholesome breeze ; and stain'd With many a mixture by the sun , suffus'd , Of angry aspect . Princely wisdom , then , Dejects his watchful eye ; and from the hand Of feeble justice , ineffectual , drop ...
... living winds , Forbid to blow a wholesome breeze ; and stain'd With many a mixture by the sun , suffus'd , Of angry aspect . Princely wisdom , then , Dejects his watchful eye ; and from the hand Of feeble justice , ineffectual , drop ...
الصفحة 93
... , or ardent flame , Or shine transparent ; while perfection breathes White o'er the turgent film the living dew . As thus they brighten with exalted juice , Touch'd into flavour by the mingling ray ; ́ The THE SEASONS . 93.
... , or ardent flame , Or shine transparent ; while perfection breathes White o'er the turgent film the living dew . As thus they brighten with exalted juice , Touch'd into flavour by the mingling ray ; ́ The THE SEASONS . 93.
الصفحة 98
... living clouds on clouds arise ? Infinite wings ! till all the plume - dark air And rude resounding shore are one wild cry . Here the plain harmless native his small flock , And herd diminutive of many hues , Tends on the little island's ...
... living clouds on clouds arise ? Infinite wings ! till all the plume - dark air And rude resounding shore are one wild cry . Here the plain harmless native his small flock , And herd diminutive of many hues , Tends on the little island's ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
amid art thou bard beams beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk Castle of Indolence charms Circassia clouds death deep delight divine earth eternal ethereal Ev'n fair fame fancy fate fear flame flood flowers gale genius gentle gloom glory glow grace Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart heaven hills hour labour light lov'd lyre maid mind morn mountains muse Musidora Naiads nature nature's night numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poison'd pomp praise pride rage rapture rills rise round sacred scene shade shine sighs skies smiles smiling band soft song soul spring storm strain stream sublime swain sweet swell tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought toil Twas vale vex'd virtue wave wild winds wing wisdom wonder woods wretch Yarrow youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 434 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
الصفحة 253 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side. Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
الصفحة 138 - 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.
الصفحة 139 - 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. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, 476 THOMSON.
الصفحة 259 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
الصفحة 137 - 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. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, Confounded in the dust, adore that Power, And Wisdom oft arraign'd...
الصفحة 252 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
الصفحة 159 - 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.
الصفحة 117 - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of th...