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 11
... streaming clouds , A shoreless ocean tumbled round the globe . The Seasons since have , with severer sway , Oppress'd a broken world : the Winter keen Shook forth his waste of snows ; and Summer shot His pestilential heats . , Great ...
... streaming clouds , A shoreless ocean tumbled round the globe . The Seasons since have , with severer sway , Oppress'd a broken world : the Winter keen Shook forth his waste of snows ; and Summer shot His pestilential heats . , Great ...
الصفحة 12
... streams , and lent us your own coat Against the Winter's cold ? And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless ... stream Descends the billowy foam ; now is the time , While yet the dark brown water aids the guile , To tempt the ...
... streams , and lent us your own coat Against the Winter's cold ? And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless ... stream Descends the billowy foam ; now is the time , While yet the dark brown water aids the guile , To tempt the ...
الصفحة 13
... stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank Reverted plays in undulating flow , There throw , nice - judging , the delusive fly ; And as you lead it round in artful curve , With eye attentive mark the ...
... stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank Reverted plays in undulating flow , There throw , nice - judging , the delusive fly ; And as you lead it round in artful curve , With eye attentive mark the ...
الصفحة 14
... 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 . Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the sun Shakes from his noon - day ...
... 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 . Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the sun Shakes from his noon - day ...
الصفحة 19
... stream , They frame the first foundation of their domes : Dry sprigs of trees , in artful fabric laid , And bound with clay together . Now ' tis nought But restless hurry through the busy air , Beat by unnumber'd wings . The swallow ...
... stream , They frame the first foundation of their domes : Dry sprigs of trees , in artful fabric laid , And bound with clay together . Now ' tis nought But restless hurry through the busy air , Beat by unnumber'd wings . The swallow ...
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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...