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ages amid awful beam beauty Beneath blaze bloom breast breath breeze bright brown circling clouds comes cool crowded Dares darting death deep delight descends dreadful dwells earth ether face fair fall fancy fate fear fields fire flame flocks flood force forms gives glance gloom glow grace green grove half hand heart heaven Hence hills hour human kind land light lively look lost luxurious mead mind morn mountains Muse Nature night noon o'er o’er peace plain pleasing pours pride race rage reigns retired rise robe rocks roll round scarce scene seasons sense shade shines silent sits smile soft song soul spreading Spring stand storm stream Summer sweet swelling swift tender thee thine thou thought thunder toil train turn vale virtue voice walk wave whole wide wild winds wing wonders woods youth
Сторінка 82 - Now the soft hour Of walking comes: for him who lonely loves To seek the distant hills, and there converse With Nature; there to harmonize his heart, And in pathetic song to breathe around The harmony to others.
Сторінка 63 - And, from the partners of that cruel trade, Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her sons, Demands his share of prey ; demands themselves. The stormy fates descend : one death involves Tyrants and slaves ; when straight, their mangled limbs Crashing at once, he dyes the purple seas With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal.
Сторінка 31 - Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays Her smiles, sweet-beaming, on her shepherd-king ; While the glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth, and wit that knows no...
Сторінка 46 - Peaceful, beneath primeval trees, that cast Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream, And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave; Or mid the central depth of blackening woods, High rais'd in solemn theatre around, Leans the huge elephant : wisest of brutes ! O truly wise ! with gentle might endow'd, Though powerful, not destructive...
Сторінка 44 - Bear me, Pomona! to thy citron groves; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Their lighter glories blend.
Сторінка 12 - His mossy cottage, where with Peace he dwells ; And from the crowded fold, in order, drives His flock, to taste the verdure of the mornFalsely luxurious, will not Man awake ; And, springing from the bed of sloth, .enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song...
Сторінка 89 - And with his prison-hours enrich'd the world ; Yet found no times, in all the long research, So glorious, or so base, as those he prov'd, In which he conquer'd, and in which he bled.
Сторінка 9 - 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.
Сторінка 12 - And, from before the lustre of her face, White break the clouds away. With quicken'd step, Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.