The seasons; to which is prefixed the life of the authorWeybridge, S. Hamilton Press; Wilkie & Robinson [& 16 others], 1811 - 236 стор. |
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... Death of Sir Isaac Newton , ' which he was enabled to perform as an exact philosopher by the instruction of Mr. Gray ; and of Britannia , ' a kind of poetical invective against the ministry , whom the nation then thought not forward ...
... Death of Sir Isaac Newton , ' which he was enabled to perform as an exact philosopher by the instruction of Mr. Gray ; and of Britannia , ' a kind of poetical invective against the ministry , whom the nation then thought not forward ...
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... death of the Chancellor , for his place then became vacant ; and though the Lord Hardwicke delayed for some time to give it away , Thomson's bashfulness , or pride , or some other motive , withheld him from soliciting , and the new ...
... death of the Chancellor , for his place then became vacant ; and though the Lord Hardwicke delayed for some time to give it away , Thomson's bashfulness , or pride , or some other motive , withheld him from soliciting , and the new ...
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... Death , rapine , carnage , surfeit , and disease ; The lord , and not the tyrant , of the world . The first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladden'd race Of uncorrupted man , nor blush'd to see The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam ...
... Death , rapine , carnage , surfeit , and disease ; The lord , and not the tyrant , of the world . The first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladden'd race Of uncorrupted man , nor blush'd to see The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam ...
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... death ? you who have giv'n us milk In luscious streams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold . And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he , whose toil , Patient , and ever ...
... death ? you who have giv'n us milk In luscious streams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold . And the plain ox , That harmless , honest , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he , whose toil , Patient , and ever ...
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... death , With sullen plunge . At once he darts along , Deep - struck , and runs out all the lengthen❜d line ; Then seeks the farthest obze , the shelt'ring weed , The cavern'd bank , his old secure abode ; And flies aloft , and flounces ...
... death , With sullen plunge . At once he darts along , Deep - struck , and runs out all the lengthen❜d line ; Then seeks the farthest obze , the shelt'ring weed , The cavern'd bank , his old secure abode ; And flies aloft , and flounces ...
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze clouds dark deep delight deluge descends dreadful earth ether ev'ry exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood friends gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON light lustre luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains muse nature nature's night numbers o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shake shining shoot Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave Weybridge wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Сторінка 153 - 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 his praise.
Сторінка 129 - 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.
Сторінка 149 - Thy flowering Spring, thy 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?
Сторінка 128 - Father of light and life, Thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself ! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Сторінка 153 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Сторінка xi - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet, the eye that distinguishes in...
Сторінка 150 - Tis come, the glorious morn ! the second birth Of heaven and earth ! awakening Nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life, In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free.
Сторінка 22 - Kilda's * shore, whose lonely race Resign the setting sun to Indian worlds, The royal eagle draws his vigorous young, Strong-pounced, and ardent with paternal fire. Now fit to raise a kingdom of their own, He drives them from his fort, the towering 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.
Сторінка 71 - Here let us sweep The boundless landscape; now the raptured eye, Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send, Now to the sister hills that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow.
Сторінка 155 - May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.