The British poets, including translations, المجلد 431822 |
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الصفحة 22
... rolls the bounteous Sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more The ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads them thin , Fleecy , and ...
... rolls the bounteous Sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more The ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads them thin , Fleecy , and ...
الصفحة 45
... rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . While thus the gentle tenants of the shade Indulge their purer loves , the rougher world Of brutes , below , rush furious into flame , And fierce desire . Through all his lusty ...
... rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . While thus the gentle tenants of the shade Indulge their purer loves , the rougher world Of brutes , below , rush furious into flame , And fierce desire . Through all his lusty ...
الصفحة 56
... rolls along , shows some new charm , The father's lustre , and the mother's bloom . Then infant reason grows apace ... roll , Still find them happy ; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes ...
... rolls along , shows some new charm , The father's lustre , and the mother's bloom . Then infant reason grows apace ... roll , Still find them happy ; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes ...
الصفحة 57
... into the mid - wood shade , Where scarce a sun - beam wanders through the gloom ; And on the dark - green grass , beside the brink Of haunted stream , that by the roots of oak Rolls o'er the rocky channel , lie at large , F 2.
... into the mid - wood shade , Where scarce a sun - beam wanders through the gloom ; And on the dark - green grass , beside the brink Of haunted stream , that by the roots of oak Rolls o'er the rocky channel , lie at large , F 2.
الصفحة 58
British poets. Rolls o'er the rocky channel , lie at large , And sing the glories of the circling year . Come , Inspiration ! from thy hermit - seat , By mortal seldom found : may Fancy dare , From thy fix'd serious eye , and raptured ...
British poets. Rolls o'er the rocky channel , lie at large , And sing the glories of the circling year . Come , Inspiration ! from thy hermit - seat , By mortal seldom found : may Fancy dare , From thy fix'd serious eye , and raptured ...
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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!