The British poets, including translations, المجلد 431822 |
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... flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life impatient , into madness swells ; Or in dead silence wastes the weeping hours . These , and a thousand mix'd emotions more , From ever - changing views of good and ill , Form ...
... flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life impatient , into madness swells ; Or in dead silence wastes the weeping hours . These , and a thousand mix'd emotions more , From ever - changing views of good and ill , Form ...
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British poets. Fed and defended by the fearless cock ; Whose breast with ardour flames , as on he walks , Graceful ... flame , And fierce desire . Through all his lusty veins The bull , deep - scorch'd , the raging passion feels . Of ...
British poets. Fed and defended by the fearless cock ; Whose breast with ardour flames , as on he walks , Graceful ... flame , And fierce desire . Through all his lusty veins The bull , deep - scorch'd , the raging passion feels . Of ...
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... flame their native wrath sublimed , They roam , amid the fury of their heart , The far - resounding waste in fiercer bands , And growl their horrid loves . But this the theme I sing , enraptured , to the British Fair , Forbids , and ...
... flame their native wrath sublimed , They roam , amid the fury of their heart , The far - resounding waste in fiercer bands , And growl their horrid loves . But this the theme I sing , enraptured , to the British Fair , Forbids , and ...
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... Flames through the nerves , and boils along the veins ; While anxious doubt distracts the tortured heart : For e'en the sad assurance of his fears Were ease to what he feels . Thus the warm youth , Whom Love deludes into his thorny ...
... Flames through the nerves , and boils along the veins ; While anxious doubt distracts the tortured heart : For e'en the sad assurance of his fears Were ease to what he feels . Thus the warm youth , Whom Love deludes into his thorny ...
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... flames . From thee the sapphire , solid ether , takes Its hue cerulean ; and , of evening tinct , The purple - streaming amethyst is thine . With thy own smile the yellow topaz burns ; Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring , When ...
... flames . From thee the sapphire , solid ether , takes Its hue cerulean ; and , of evening tinct , The purple - streaming amethyst is thine . With thy own smile the yellow topaz burns ; Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring , When ...
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Aaron Hill aërial amid beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight E'en earth ether etherial fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove Hagley Park happy heart Heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON labour light lived luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rural scene season shade shining sigh silvan sleep smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil trembling vale vex'd virtue waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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الصفحة 186 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
الصفحة 221 - 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 188 - 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 the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
الصفحة 194 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
الصفحة 149 - Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap : These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove, Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams, And hum of bees...
الصفحة 170 - We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes Of frolic fancy ; and incessant form Those rapid pictures, that assembled train Of fleet ideas, never join'd before, Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise ; Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself, Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve.
الصفحة 17 - Seasons" wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses.
الصفحة 40 - Nature's great command may be obey'd : Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive Indulged in vain. Some to the holly-hedge NestKng repair, and to the thicket some; Some to the rude protection of the thorn Commit their feeble offspring. The cleft tree Offers its kind concealment to a few, Their food its insects, and its moss their nests. Others apart far in the grassy dale, Or roughening waste, their humble texture weave...
الصفحة 185 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful thou ! with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime , thou bidst the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
الصفحة 99 - Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays!