Відгуки відвідувачів - Написати рецензію
Не знайдено жодних рецензій.
Інші видання - Показати все
amid beam beauty beneath beſt blooming breathes breeze circling clouds comes dark death deep delight earth ether ev'ry fair fall fancy fate fear feels fields fierce fire firſt fits flame flocks flood flow force foul give gloom grace grove hand happy head heard heart heav'n Hence hills human kind land laſt light lively look mind mingled mountains Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er once peace plain pow'r pride pure race rage riſe river rocks roll round rural ſcene ſee ſhade ſhe ſhines ſky ſmile ſnow ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſpreads Spring ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch ſun ſwelling thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro till toil train turn vale various virtue voice walk waſte wave whole whoſe wide wild winds wing Winter wonders woods youth
Сторінка 201 - 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. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Сторінка 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Сторінка 4 - 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.
Сторінка 172 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Сторінка 203 - 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.
Сторінка 19 - Thee disposed into congenial soils, Stands each attractive plant, and sucks, and swells The juicy tide ; a twining mass of tubes. At Thy command the vernal sun awakes The torpid sap, detruded to the root By wintry winds, that now in fluent dance, And lively fermentation, mounting, spreads All this innumerous-coloured scene of things.
Сторінка 118 - Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild...
Сторінка 175 - Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore, Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene ; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join To cheer the gloom. /There studious let me sit...
Сторінка 169 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.