The seasons. To which is prefixed the life of the authorSuttaby, 1803 - 168 pages |
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... Amid the glad creation , musing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And , softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow , In large ...
... Amid the glad creation , musing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And , softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow , In large ...
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... curling play , And light o'er ether bear the shadowy clouds , High to their fount , this day , amid the hills And woodlands warbling round , trace up the brooks ; The next pursue their rocky channel'd maze , Down to SPRING . 29.
... curling play , And light o'er ether bear the shadowy clouds , High to their fount , this day , amid the hills And woodlands warbling round , trace up the brooks ; The next pursue their rocky channel'd maze , Down to SPRING . 29.
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... Amid its gay creation , hues like her's ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In every bud that blows ? If fancy then Unequal fails beneath the pleasing task , Ah what shall language ...
... Amid its gay creation , hues like her's ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In every bud that blows ? If fancy then Unequal fails beneath the pleasing task , Ah what shall language ...
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... 'd , and loud , the messenger of morn ; Ere yet the shadows fly , he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations . Every copse Deep - tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending 34 SPRING .
... 'd , and loud , the messenger of morn ; Ere yet the shadows fly , he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations . Every copse Deep - tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending 34 SPRING .
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... amid the distant woods , Sustain'd alone by providential Heaven , Oft , as they weeping eye their infant train , Check their own appetites , and give them all . Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By the great Father of the ...
... amid the distant woods , Sustain'd alone by providential Heaven , Oft , as they weeping eye their infant train , Check their own appetites , and give them all . Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By the great Father of the ...
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amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright clouds dark deep deluge descends dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood form'd gale gentle glebe gloom glow grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mix'd mountains Muse Naiads Nature Nature's night o'er Palemon passions peace plain pomp Prince of Wales rage rais'd rapture rills rise robe rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shake shining shoot smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweep sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave Westminster Abbey wide wild winds wing wint'ry Winter wonders woods youth
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Page 45 - 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.
Page 136 - 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.
Page 158 - 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.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 157 - 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.
Page 159 - 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.
Page 96 - For home he had not: home is the resort Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where, Supporting and supported, polish'd friends And dear relations mingle into bliss.
Page 137 - And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think; The conscious heart of Charity would warm, And her wide wish Benevolence dilate; The social tear would rise, the social sigh; And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Refining still, the social passions work.
Page 34 - Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
Page 45 - An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven! These are the matchless joys of virtuous love; And thus their moments fly.