Thomson's Poetical WorksJ. Nichol, 1853 - 372 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xvii
... soft - no " dream within a dream , " of rest beyond the dream- ing land , was ever so subtle . " Britannia , " " To the Memory of Lord Talbot , " and " To the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton , " are three strains of kindred although various ...
... soft - no " dream within a dream , " of rest beyond the dream- ing land , was ever so subtle . " Britannia , " " To the Memory of Lord Talbot , " and " To the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton , " are three strains of kindred although various ...
الصفحة 1
... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own Season paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly Winter passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and ...
... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own Season paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly Winter passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and ...
الصفحة 9
... Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd ...
... Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd ...
الصفحة 13
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream The speckled captive throw . But should you From his dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . lure 410 420 ...
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream The speckled captive throw . But should you From his dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . lure 410 420 ...
الصفحة 16
... soft air , the busy nations fly , Cling to the bud , and , with inserted tube , Suck its pure essence , its ethereal soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare The purple heath , or where the wild thyme grows , And yellow ...
... soft air , the busy nations fly , Cling to the bud , and , with inserted tube , Suck its pure essence , its ethereal soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare The purple heath , or where the wild thyme grows , And yellow ...
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Æneid amid arts Athens bade beam behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath bright Britons brow calm Castle of Indolence charms clouds dark deep delight dreadful earth ethereal exalted fair fame fierce fire flame flood gale genius gloom glory grace Greece groves hand happy heart Heaven Hence hills honour Idless Isthmian games join'd kings labour land Liberty light luxurious mankind matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night Northern Storm nought o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pour'd pride race rage rapture reign rise Rome round roused sacred Sarmatia Savage reigns scene Scythian seas shade shine shore sing sloth smile soft song sons soul spirit spread storm stream sunk swain sweet swell'd swelling tempest tender thee thou toil train trembling tyrant vale vex'd virtue waste wave whence wild winds wing wretch
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الصفحة 306 - 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 35 - 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 143 - 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 167 - ... 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. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...
الصفحة 141 - As thus the snows arise, and foul and fierce All winter drives along the darkened air, In his own loose-revolving fields the swain Disastered stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush...
الصفحة 166 - But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
الصفحة 14 - Of pendent trees the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly, And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear. At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death With sullen plunge. At once he darts along, Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode; And flies...
الصفحة 167 - Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, eo As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
الصفحة 128 - Oh ! knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life...
الصفحة 281 - Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro, 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.