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amid beam beauty beneath bloom breaſt breath breeze bright calm circling clouds comes dark death deep delight deſcends earth Ev'n fair fall fame fate fear fields fire firſt fits flame flood flow force foul gale gentle gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heart heaven hills human kind land laſt light lively look mind mingled morn mountains Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er o’er once peace plain pride pure race rage riſe rocks roll round rural ſcene ſhade ſhe ſky ſmile ſnow ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſpreads Spring ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtream ſuch ſun ſwelling tender thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand till toil train turn vale various virtue walks wandering waſte wave whole whoſe wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Сторінка 191 - 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 226 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Сторінка 200 - Full in the passage of the vale, above, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move, As Idless fancied in her dreaming mood. And up the hills, on either side, a wood Of blackening pines, ay waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Сторінка 66 - 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 164 - 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.
Сторінка 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Сторінка 193 - At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn; in swarming cities vast, Assembled men, to the deep organ join The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, At solemn pauses, through the swelling bass; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardour rise to heaven. Or, if you rather choose the rural...
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 164 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Сторінка 193 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams; Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. 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.