The British poets, including translations, المجلد 431822 |
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... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , the ' effusive south Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ether ...
... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , the ' effusive south Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ether ...
الصفحة 31
... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
الصفحة 34
... 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 34 THE SEASONS .
... 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 34 THE SEASONS .
الصفحة 46
... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seized in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but tossing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seized in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but tossing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
الصفحة 49
... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Muses charm : while , with sure taste refined , You draw the ' inspiring breath of ...
... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Muses charm : while , with sure taste refined , You draw the ' inspiring breath of ...
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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!