The Seasons & Castle of Indolence ... The Farmer's Boy, Rural Tales, Banks of the Wye, &c. &c. By Bloomfield |
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الصفحة xi
... here below ; let us however do it cheerfully and gratefully, supported by the
pleasing hope of meeting yet again on a safer shore, where to recollect the
storms and difficulties of life will not perhaps be inconsistent with that blissful
state.
... here below ; let us however do it cheerfully and gratefully, supported by the
pleasing hope of meeting yet again on a safer shore, where to recollect the
storms and difficulties of life will not perhaps be inconsistent with that blissful
state.
الصفحة xiv
Save me from folly, vaniiy, and vice — From ev'ry low pursuit ; and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-
fading bliss. Winter SPRING. The subject proposed. Inscribed lo tbe Counter of ...
Save me from folly, vaniiy, and vice — From ev'ry low pursuit ; and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-
fading bliss. Winter SPRING. The subject proposed. Inscribed lo tbe Counter of ...
الصفحة 21
While in the rosy vale Love breath'd his infant sighs from anguish free, And full
replete with bliss ; save the sweet pain, That, inly thrilling, but exalts it more. Nor
yet injurious act, nor surly deed, Was known among those happy sons of heav'n ...
While in the rosy vale Love breath'd his infant sighs from anguish free, And full
replete with bliss ; save the sweet pain, That, inly thrilling, but exalts it more. Nor
yet injurious act, nor surly deed, Was known among those happy sons of heav'n ...
الصفحة 36
Contentment walks The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss Spring o'er her
heart, beyond the pow'r of kings To purchase. Pure serenity apace Induces
thought, and contemplation still. By swift degrees the love of nature works, And
warms ...
Contentment walks The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss Spring o'er her
heart, beyond the pow'r of kings To purchase. Pure serenity apace Induces
thought, and contemplation still. By swift degrees the love of nature works, And
warms ...
الصفحة 38
Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame Dissolves in air away; while the fond
soul, R ipt in gay visions of unreal bliss, Still paints th' illusive form ; the kindling
grace; Th' enticing smile; the modest-seemizg eye, Beneath whose beauteous ...
Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame Dissolves in air away; while the fond
soul, R ipt in gay visions of unreal bliss, Still paints th' illusive form ; the kindling
grace; Th' enticing smile; the modest-seemizg eye, Beneath whose beauteous ...
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amid bear beauty beneath breath bright brow charm cheerful clouds comes dark dear death deep delight earth face fair fall fame fancy fear feel fields flame flood friends give glow grace green groves hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hills hope kind land light live look mind morn mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er once pain peace plain pleasure poor pride race rage rest rise rocks roll rose round scene seen shade side sigh silent sleep smile soft song soon soul sound spirit spread Spring storm stream strong sweet swell tears tell tender thee thou thought thousand Till toil truth turn vale virtue wave whole wide wild winds wing woods young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
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.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | The Seasons & Castle of Indolence ... The Farmer's Boy, Rural Tales, Banks of the Wye, &c. &c. By Bloomfield |
| المؤلف | James Thomson |
| الناشر | Scott, Webster&Geary; printed by A. Sweeting, 1842 |
| أصلي من | جامعة أوكسفورد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 27 أيلول (سبتمبر) 2006 |
| عدد الصفحات | 415 من الصفحات |
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