The Poetical Works of James ThomsonD. Appleton, 1854 - 372 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 73
الصفحة 6
... floods , diffus'd In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . ' Tis silence all , And pleasing expectation . Herds and flocks Drop the dry sprig , and mute - imploring , eye The falling verdure . Hush'd ...
... floods , diffus'd In glassy breadth , seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course . ' Tis silence all , And pleasing expectation . Herds and flocks Drop the dry sprig , and mute - imploring , eye The falling verdure . Hush'd ...
الصفحة 7
... floods , and in a yellow mist , Far smoking o'er th ' interminable plain , In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems . Moist , bright , and green , the landscape laughs around . Full swell the woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in ...
... floods , and in a yellow mist , Far smoking o'er th ' interminable plain , In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems . Moist , bright , and green , the landscape laughs around . Full swell the woods ; their very music wakes , Mix'd in ...
الصفحة 13
... flood They wanton rise , or urg'd by hunger leap , Then fix , with gentle twitch , the barbed hook : Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank , And to the shelving shore slow - dragging some , With various hand proportion'd to their ...
... flood They wanton rise , or urg'd by hunger leap , Then fix , with gentle twitch , the barbed hook : Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank , And to the shelving shore slow - dragging some , With various hand proportion'd to their ...
الصفحة 33
... flood To distance down , he rides the ridgy wave , Or whelm'd beneath the boiling eddy sinks . These are the charming agonies of love , Whose misery delights . But through the heart Should jealousy its venom once diffuse , " Tis then ...
... flood To distance down , he rides the ridgy wave , Or whelm'd beneath the boiling eddy sinks . These are the charming agonies of love , Whose misery delights . But through the heart Should jealousy its venom once diffuse , " Tis then ...
الصفحة 42
... flood , Softens at thy return . The Desert joys , Wildly , through all his melancholy bounds . Rude Ruins glitter ; and the briny Deep , Seen from some pointed promontory's top , Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge , Restless ...
... flood , Softens at thy return . The Desert joys , Wildly , through all his melancholy bounds . Rude Ruins glitter ; and the briny Deep , Seen from some pointed promontory's top , Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge , Restless ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
The Poetical Works of James Thomson (Classic Reprint) <span dir=ltr>James Thomson</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2018 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
amid arts beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath bright Britannia Britons calm Castle of Indolence charms clouds dark deep delight dreadful earth ether exalted fair faithless fame Fancy fierce fire flame flood gale genius gloom glory grace Greece groves hand happy heart heaven Hence hills Idless Isaac Newton JAMES THOMSON Jedburgh join'd labour land Liberty light luxurious matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pour'd pride race rage rapture reign rills rise Rome round roused sacred Sarmatia scene shade shine shore sing sloth smile soft song sons soul Southdean spirit spread Spring storm stream sunk swain sweet swell'd swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou toil train trembling tyrant vale vex'd virtue waste wave whence wild winds wing wintry wonders woods
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 80 - 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...
الصفحة 166 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
الصفحة 165 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh ye hills ; ye mossy rocks Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come. 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 6 - And wait the approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even Mountains, Vales, And Forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad Creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude.
الصفحة 279 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
الصفحة 98 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
الصفحة 97 - And steal unfelt the sultry hours away. Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks, And, conscious, glancing oft on every side His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. The gleaners spread around, and here and there, Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick.
الصفحة 79 - Now to the sister hills-j- that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows.
الصفحة 166 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
الصفحة 143 - With Friendship, Peace, and Contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep-retired distress : how many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, 350 One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...