The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 48,Сторінка 1H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... rock , Fir'd by the nodding verdure of its brow . With fuch a liberal hand has Nature flung Their feeds abroad , blown them about in winds , 230 Innumerous mix'd them with the nurfing mold , The moistening current , and prolific rain ...
... rock , Fir'd by the nodding verdure of its brow . With fuch a liberal hand has Nature flung Their feeds abroad , blown them about in winds , 230 Innumerous mix'd them with the nurfing mold , The moistening current , and prolific rain ...
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... rocks , and woods , and craggy mountains flies : And , neighing , on th ' aërial fummit takes Th ' exciting gale ; then , fteep - defcending , cleaves The headlong torrents foaming down the hills , Ev'n where the madness of the ftraiten ...
... rocks , and woods , and craggy mountains flies : And , neighing , on th ' aërial fummit takes Th ' exciting gale ; then , fteep - defcending , cleaves The headlong torrents foaming down the hills , Ev'n where the madness of the ftraiten ...
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... Courting the Mufe , through Hagley Park thou ftray'ft ; Thy British Temple ! There along the dale , With woods o'er - hung , and shagg'd with mossy rocks , VOL . I. D Whence Whence on each hand the gufhing waters play , And SPRIN G. 33.
... Courting the Mufe , through Hagley Park thou ftray'ft ; Thy British Temple ! There along the dale , With woods o'er - hung , and shagg'd with mossy rocks , VOL . I. D Whence Whence on each hand the gufhing waters play , And SPRIN G. 33.
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... rock , the mountain's misty top Swell on the fight , and brighten with the dawn . Blue , through the dusk , the smoaking currents shine ; And from the bladed field the fearful hare 55 Limps , aukward ; while along the forest - glade The ...
... rock , the mountain's misty top Swell on the fight , and brighten with the dawn . Blue , through the dusk , the smoaking currents shine ; And from the bladed field the fearful hare 55 Limps , aukward ; while along the forest - glade The ...
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... rocks , and hills , and towers , and wandering streams , High - gleaming from afar . Prime chearer Light ! Of all material beings first , and best ! Efflux divine ! Nature's refplendent robe ! Without whofe vefting beauty all were wrapt ...
... rocks , and hills , and towers , and wandering streams , High - gleaming from afar . Prime chearer Light ! Of all material beings first , and best ! Efflux divine ! Nature's refplendent robe ! Without whofe vefting beauty all were wrapt ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Том 48,Сторінка 1 Samuel Johnson Повний перегляд - 1779 |
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æther amid beam beauty beneath blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze calm chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fave fcene fecret fenfe fhades fhines fide figh filent fing firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnows focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul ftill fuch fudden funk fwain fweet fwell gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt loft mind mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace penfive plain pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rife riſe round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſpirit ſpread Spring ſtand ſtate ſteep ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſweep tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale vex'd virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods
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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.