The Seasons: By James ThomsonF. Louis, 1800 - 288 pages |
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... 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 quit the howling hill , The ...
... 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 quit the howling hill , The ...
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... song and soarin lark . Meanwhile incumbent o'er the shining share The master leans , removes th ' obstructing clay Winds the whole work , and sidelong lays the glebe . White thro ' the neighb'ring fields the sower stalks , 4 SPRING .
... song and soarin lark . Meanwhile incumbent o'er the shining share The master leans , removes th ' obstructing clay Winds the whole work , and sidelong lays the glebe . White thro ' the neighb'ring fields the sower stalks , 4 SPRING .
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... song went round ; and dance and sport , Wisdom and friendly talk , successive , stole Their hours away : while in the rosy vale Love breath'd his infant sighs , from anguish free , And full replete with bliss ; save the sweet pain ...
... song went round ; and dance and sport , Wisdom and friendly talk , successive , stole Their hours away : while in the rosy vale Love breath'd his infant sighs , from anguish free , And full replete with bliss ; save the sweet pain ...
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... song . Or catch thyself the landscape , gliding swift Athwart imagination's vivid eye : Or , by the vocal woods and waters lull'd : And lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand ...
... song . Or catch thyself the landscape , gliding swift Athwart imagination's vivid eye : Or , by the vocal woods and waters lull'd : And lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand ...
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... song ! Form'd by the Graces , loveliness itself ! Come with those downcast eyes , sedate and sweet , Those looks demure , that deeply pierce the soul , Where , with the light of thoughtful reason mixd ' , Shines lively fancy and the ...
... song ! Form'd by the Graces , loveliness itself ! Come with those downcast eyes , sedate and sweet , Those looks demure , that deeply pierce the soul , Where , with the light of thoughtful reason mixd ' , Shines lively fancy and the ...
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amid art thou beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss blooming boundless breast breathes breeze chearful clouds crouds dark deep delight deluge descends dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale genius gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills incircled JAMES THOMSON Lapland light luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Naiads nature Nature's night o'er Palemon passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shining shoot silvan smile snow soft song soul spreads spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro thunder toil tragic Muse Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
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Page 233 - 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 236 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Page 200 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Page 187 - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms ! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Page 235 - 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, As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as Earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, ' Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
Page 236 - 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.
Page 234 - Mysterious round ! what skill, what force divine, Deep felt, in these appear ! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combined ; Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade; And all so forming an harmonious whole ; That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
Page 5 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall.
Page 230 - Summer's ardent strength. Thy sober autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights?
Page 35 - 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 shatter'd forest, and the ravag'd vale ; While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch, Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost, The mountains lift their green heads to the sky.