The seasons. To which is prefixed the life of the authorSuttaby, 1803 - 168 pages |
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... 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 quit the howling hill , The shattered forest , and the ravag'd vale ; While SPRING, ...
... 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 quit the howling hill , The shattered forest , and the ravag'd vale ; While SPRING, ...
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... blooms the pungent dust Of pepper , fatal to the frosty tribe : Or , when the envenom'd leaf begins to curl , With sprinkled water drowns them in their nest ; Nor , while they pick them up with busy bill , The little trooping birds ...
... blooms the pungent dust Of pepper , fatal to the frosty tribe : Or , when the envenom'd leaf begins to curl , With sprinkled water drowns them in their nest ; Nor , while they pick them up with busy bill , The little trooping birds ...
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... blooming flowers , to grace thy braided hair , And thy lov'd bosom , that improves their sweets . See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads . See , how the lily drinks The latent rill , scarce oozing through ...
... blooming flowers , to grace thy braided hair , And thy lov'd bosom , that improves their sweets . See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads . See , how the lily drinks The latent rill , scarce oozing through ...
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... bloom is wanting ; from the bud First born of Spring , to Summer's musky tribes ; Nor hyacinths , of purest virgin white , Low - bent , and blushing inward ; nor jonquils , Of potent fragrance ; nor Narcissus fair , As o'er the fabled ...
... bloom is wanting ; from the bud First born of Spring , to Summer's musky tribes ; Nor hyacinths , of purest virgin white , Low - bent , and blushing inward ; nor jonquils , Of potent fragrance ; nor Narcissus fair , As o'er the fabled ...
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... bloom Shoots , less and less , the live carnation round ; Her lips blush deeper sweets ; she breaths of youth ; The shining moisture swells into her eyes In brighter flow ; her wishing bosom heaves With palpitations wild ; kind tumults ...
... bloom Shoots , less and less , the live carnation round ; Her lips blush deeper sweets ; she breaths of youth ; The shining moisture swells into her eyes In brighter flow ; her wishing bosom heaves With palpitations wild ; kind tumults ...
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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.