The seasons & Castle of indolence, by Thomson. The farmer's boy, Rural tales, Banks of the Wye, &c. &c., by BloomfieldScott, Webster&Geary; printed by A. Sweeting, 1842 - 415 من الصفحات |
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... rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads them thin , * B Fleecy and ...
... rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying soul , Lifts the light clouds sublime , and spreads them thin , * B Fleecy and ...
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... Flies thick in am'rous chase , and wanton rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . The farthest of the western islands of Scotland . B 2 While thus the gentle tenants of the shade Indulge their SPRING . 33.
... Flies thick in am'rous chase , and wanton rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . The farthest of the western islands of Scotland . B 2 While thus the gentle tenants of the shade Indulge their SPRING . 33.
الصفحة 42
... rolls along , shews some new charm , The father's lustre , and the mother's bloom . Then infant reason grows apace , and calls For the kind hand of an assiduous care . Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought ... roll , Still 42 SPRING .
... rolls along , shews some new charm , The father's lustre , and the mother's bloom . Then infant reason grows apace , and calls For the kind hand of an assiduous care . Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought ... roll , Still 42 SPRING .
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James Thomson. As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll , Still find them happy ; and consenting Spring Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes at last , serene and mild ; When , after the long vernal day of ...
James Thomson. As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll , Still find them happy ; and consenting Spring Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes at last , serene and mild ; When , after the long vernal day of ...
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... 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 raptur'd glance Shot on ...
... 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 raptur'd glance Shot on ...
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amid bade bard Barnham beam beauty behold beneath bliss bloom BLORENGE bosom breast breath breeze bright brow Cambrian mountains CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm CHARTERHOUSE SQUARE cheerful clouds dark dear deep delight dreadful E'en earth ether ev'ry fair fair brow fame fancy feel flame flocks flood flow'rs friends gale Giles gloom glow grace green grove hand happy heard heart heaven hills Idless labour light mind mingled mix'd morn mountain Muse Nature Nature's night numbers o'er peace Phoebe plain poison'd pow'r pride rage rapture rills rise roar rocks Rooks round rous'd scene shade shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd summer sweet swell tempest tender thee thine Thomson thou thought toil trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue wave Widow Jones wild winds wing woods youth
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الصفحة 152 - Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me — when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat!
الصفحة 130 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
الصفحة 129 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
الصفحة 151 - 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.
الصفحة 42 - 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 150 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
الصفحة 152 - Ye woodlands all, awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
الصفحة 92 - Raised the strong crane ; choked up the loaded street With foreign plenty; and thy stream, O Thames, Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods ! Chose for his grand resort.
الصفحة 150 - 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.
الصفحة 130 - His tufted cottage rising through the snow, He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Far from the track, and blest abode of Man ; While round him night resistless closes fast, And every tempest, howling o'er his head, Renders the savage wilderness more wild.