The British poets, including translations, المجلد 431822 |
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الصفحة 13
... scene of lazy luxury that fills the imagination . He was now at ease , but was not long to enjoy it ; for , by taking cold on the water between London and Kew , he caught a disorder , which , with some careless exasperation , ended in a ...
... scene of lazy luxury that fills the imagination . He was now at ease , but was not long to enjoy it ; for , by taking cold on the water between London and Kew , he caught a disorder , which , with some careless exasperation , ended in a ...
الصفحة 17
... scenes and general effects bring before us the whole magnificence of Nature , whether pleasing or dreadful . The gaiety of Spring , the splendour of Summer , the tranquillity of Autumn , and the horror of Winter , take in their turns ...
... scenes and general effects bring before us the whole magnificence of Nature , whether pleasing or dreadful . The gaiety of Spring , the splendour of Summer , the tranquillity of Autumn , and the horror of Winter , take in their turns ...
الصفحة 22
... fields the sower stalks , With measured step , and liberal throws the grain Into the faithful bosom of the ground : The harrow follows harsh , and shuts the scene . Be gracious , Heaven ! for now laborious man Has 22 THE SEASONS .
... fields the sower stalks , With measured step , and liberal throws the grain Into the faithful bosom of the ground : The harrow follows harsh , and shuts the scene . Be gracious , Heaven ! for now laborious man Has 22 THE SEASONS .
الصفحة 35
... scenes ; such as the Mantuan swain Paints in the matchless harmony of song . Or catch thyself the landscape , gliding swift Athwart imagination's vivid eye : Or by the vocal woods and waters lull'd , And lost in lonely musing , in the ...
... scenes ; such as the Mantuan swain Paints in the matchless harmony of song . Or catch thyself the landscape , gliding swift Athwart imagination's vivid eye : Or by the vocal woods and waters lull'd , And lost in lonely musing , in the ...
الصفحة 38
... All this innumerous - coloured scene of things . As rising from the vegetable world My theme ascends , with equal wing ascend , My panting Muse ; and hark , how loud the woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim . Lend 38 THE SEASONS .
... All this innumerous - coloured scene of things . As rising from the vegetable world My theme ascends , with equal wing ascend , My panting Muse ; and hark , how loud the woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim . Lend 38 THE SEASONS .
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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!