The SeasonsHarper & brothers, 1842 - 320 стор. |
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... mingled blossoms : where the raptur'd eye Hurries from joy to joy ; and , hid beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies . If , brush'd from Russian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy ...
... mingled blossoms : where the raptur'd eye Hurries from joy to joy ; and , hid beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies . If , brush'd from Russian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy ...
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... the doubling vapor sails Along the loaded sky , and mingling deep , Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , 140 150 Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , SPRING . 13.
... the doubling vapor sails Along the loaded sky , and mingling deep , Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , 140 150 Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , SPRING . 13.
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... mingling maze . Not so the swain : He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amaz'd Beholds the amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away ...
... mingling maze . Not so the swain : He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amaz'd Beholds the amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away ...
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... the glittering spire , The ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far excursive ? when at hand , Along these blushing borders , bright with dew , 520 And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair -. SPRING . 33.
... the glittering spire , The ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far excursive ? when at hand , Along these blushing borders , bright with dew , 520 And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair -. SPRING . 33.
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James Thomson Bolton Corney. And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - handed Spring unbosoms every grace : Throws out the snowdrop and the crocus first ; The daisy , primrose , violet darkly blue , And polyanthus of unnumber'd ...
James Thomson Bolton Corney. And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - handed Spring unbosoms every grace : Throws out the snowdrop and the crocus first ; The daisy , primrose , violet darkly blue , And polyanthus of unnumber'd ...
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Сторінка 259 - Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Сторінка 305 - To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes. Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms, Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake the astonished world, lift high to heaven The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.
Сторінка 66 - 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 257 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun, Faint from the west, emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep-hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Сторінка 14 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall.
Сторінка 262 - Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.
Сторінка 307 - The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world ; 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.
Сторінка 180 - Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild : So flourish'd, blooming, and unseen by all, The sweet Lavinia...
Сторінка 24 - E'er plow'd for him. They too are temper'd high, With hunger stung and wild necessity, Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. But Man, whom Nature form'd of milder clay, With every kind emotion in his heart, And taught alone to weep; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies, herbs, And fruits, as numerous as the drops of rain Or beams that gave them birth; shall he, fair form! Who wears sweet smiles, and looks erect on heaven, E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd...
Сторінка 306 - Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.