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... kind . COME , gentle SPRING , ethereal Mildness , come , And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud , While music wakes around , veiled in a shower Of shadowing roses , on our plains descend . O Hertford , fitted or to shine in courts ...
... kind . COME , gentle SPRING , ethereal Mildness , come , And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud , While music wakes around , veiled in a shower Of shadowing roses , on our plains descend . O Hertford , fitted or to shine in courts ...
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... kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 116 150 The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves ...
... kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 116 150 The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or rustling turn the many - twinkling leaves ...
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... kind emotion in his heart , 350 355 And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain , Or beams that gave them birth : shall he , fair form ! Who ...
... kind emotion in his heart , 350 355 And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain , Or beams that gave them birth : shall he , fair form ! Who ...
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... copse Deep tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending with dewy moisture , o'er the heads Of the coy quiristers that lodge within , Are prodigal of harmony . The thrush 595 Of notes And woodlark , o'er the kind , contending 22 SPRING .
... copse Deep tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending with dewy moisture , o'er the heads Of the coy quiristers that lodge within , Are prodigal of harmony . The thrush 595 Of notes And woodlark , o'er the kind , contending 22 SPRING .
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... kind , contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweetest length when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy , and purposes , in thought Elate , to make her night excel their day . The blackbird whistles from the thorny ...
... kind , contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweetest length when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy , and purposes , in thought Elate , to make her night excel their day . The blackbird whistles from the thorny ...
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The Seasons: A Poem Compared with the London and Edinburgh Editions James Thomson Повний перегляд - 1854 |
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amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Castle of Indolence charm cheerful Cincinnatus clouds commixed darting deep delight deluge descends Deucalion diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale glebe gloom glow grace Greece grove happy heart heaven Hence herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pours pride race rage rapture reigns rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot smiling snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil vale virtue walk wandering waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Сторінка 155 - 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.
Сторінка 133 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Сторінка 155 - 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.
Сторінка 134 - How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.
Сторінка 133 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Сторінка 157 - 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 156 - A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Сторінка 21 - Th' ethereal mountain, and the distant main. But why so far excursive? when at hand, Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace; Throws out the snowdrop, and the crocus first...
Сторінка 155 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter, awful thou, with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled. Majestic darkness, on the whirlwind's wing Riding sublime, thou bidst the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Сторінка 153 - Spring, thy 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? those veering thoughts, Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life?