The SeasonsThomas A. Ronalds, 1813 - 168 стор. |
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... raised upon her little estate what money a mortgage could afford , and , removing with her family to Edinburgh , lived to see her son rising into emi- nence . The design of Thomson's friends was to breed him a minister . He lived at ...
... raised upon her little estate what money a mortgage could afford , and , removing with her family to Edinburgh , lived to see her son rising into emi- nence . The design of Thomson's friends was to breed him a minister . He lived at ...
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... raised such expectation , that every rehearsal was dignified with a splendid audience , collected to anticipate the delight that was preparing for the pub- lic . It was observed however that nobody was much affected , and that the ...
... raised such expectation , that every rehearsal was dignified with a splendid audience , collected to anticipate the delight that was preparing for the pub- lic . It was observed however that nobody was much affected , and that the ...
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... raised , of which part discharged his debts , and the rest was remitted to his sisters , whom , however removed from them by place or condition , he regarded with great tenderness , as will appear by the following Letter , which I commu ...
... raised , of which part discharged his debts , and the rest was remitted to his sisters , whom , however removed from them by place or condition , he regarded with great tenderness , as will appear by the following Letter , which I commu ...
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... Raised through ten thousand different plastic tube The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs profusely wild , O'er all the deep green earth , beyond the power Of botanist to number up their tribes : Whether he ...
... Raised through ten thousand different plastic tube The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs profusely wild , O'er all the deep green earth , beyond the power Of botanist to number up their tribes : Whether he ...
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... raise a kingdom of their own , He drives them from his fort , the tow'ring seat , For ages , of his empire ; which , in peace , Unstain'd he holds , while many a league to sea He wings his course , and preys in distant isles . Should I ...
... raise a kingdom of their own , He drives them from his fort , the tow'ring seat , For ages , of his empire ; which , in peace , Unstain'd he holds , while many a league to sea He wings his course , and preys in distant isles . Should I ...
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze clouds dark deep delight deluge descends diffused Doddington dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON kind light luxury matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rural SAMUEL JOHNSON scene season shade shake shines shoot Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil tragic Muse Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Сторінка 167 - 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 50 - For the kind hand of an assiduous care. Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Сторінка 166 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee marks not the mighty Hand ; That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the Sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth ; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves. With transport touches all the springs of life.
Сторінка 167 - 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...
Сторінка 163 - 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 ? All now are vanished!
Сторінка 55 - But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
Сторінка 165 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful thou ! with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing ' Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Сторінка 145 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame ! how many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man.
Сторінка 165 - Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Сторінка 55 - Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round Of thirty years ; to Mercury, whose disk Can scarce be caught by philosophic eye, Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze.