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amid appears beauty beneath breath bright charms clouds dark dear death deep delight earth edition fair fall fame fields fire flame flood flow force genius give glory grace hand happy head heart Heaven Hence hills honour hope human inspire Italy kind land letter Liberty light lines live look Lord lost mind morning mountains Muse Nature never night o'er once passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poem praise pride race rage raise reign rise round scene Seasons shade shine shore sing smile soft song sons soul spirit spread Spring stream sweet swell taste tender thee things Thomson thou thought toil train truth turn virtue waste wave whole wide wild winds Winter woods youth
Сторінка 247 - Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Сторінка 109 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns and gilded streams till all | The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Сторінка 160 - And through their lucid veil his softened force Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time For those whom Wisdom and whom Nature charm To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, And soar above this little scene of things; To tread low-thoughted Vice beneath their feet; To soothe the throbbing passions into peace, And woo lone Quiet in her silent walks.
Сторінка 228 - Then let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, 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, may Fancy paint no more, And. dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes.
Сторінка clvi - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Сторінка 228 - 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.
Сторінка 113 - By ancient learning to th' enlighten'd love Of ancient freedom warm'd. Fair thy renown In awful sages and in noble bards; Soon as the light of dawning Science spread Her orient ray, and wak'd the Muses' song. Thine is a Bacon; hapless in his choice, Unfit to stand the civil storm of state, And through the smooth barbarity of courts, With firm but pliant virtue, forward still To urge his course: him for the studious shade Kind nature form'd, deep, comprehensive, clear, Exact, and elegant: in one rich...
Сторінка 129 - 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.
Сторінка 59 - Child of the Sun, refulgent SUMMER comes, In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth: He comes attended by the sultry Hours, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way; While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring Averts her blushful face; and earth, and skies, All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.