The Seasons: By James ThomsonF. Louis, 1800 - 288 стор. |
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... comes the tulip - race , where Beauty plays Her idle freaks ; from family diffus'd To family , as flies the father - dust , The varied colours run ; and , while they break On the charm'd eye , th ' exulting florist marks , With secret ...
... comes the tulip - race , where Beauty plays Her idle freaks ; from family diffus'd To family , as flies the father - dust , The varied colours run ; and , while they break On the charm'd eye , th ' exulting florist marks , With secret ...
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... her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes at last , serene and mild ; When after the long vernal day of life , Enamour'd more , as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love , Together down SPRIN G. 51.
... her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes at last , serene and mild ; When after the long vernal day of life , Enamour'd more , as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love , Together down SPRIN G. 51.
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... comes , In pride of youth , and felt thro ' Nature's depth : He comes attended by the sultry hours , And ever - fanning breezes , on his way ; While , from his ardent look , the turning Spring Averts her blushful face ; and earth , and ...
... comes , In pride of youth , and felt thro ' Nature's depth : He comes attended by the sultry hours , And ever - fanning breezes , on his way ; While , from his ardent look , the turning Spring Averts her blushful face ; and earth , and ...
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... comes the powerful King of Day , Rejoicing in the east . The lessening cloud , The kindling azure , and the mountain's brow Illum'd with fluid gold , his near approach Betoken glad . Lo ; now , apparent all , Aslant the dew- bright ...
... comes the powerful King of Day , Rejoicing in the east . The lessening cloud , The kindling azure , and the mountain's brow Illum'd with fluid gold , his near approach Betoken glad . Lo ; now , apparent all , Aslant the dew- bright ...
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... comes Behind , and strikes them from the book of life . Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead : The rustic youth , brown with meridian toil , Healthful and strong ; full as the summer - rose Blown by prevailing suns , the ruddy ...
... comes Behind , and strikes them from the book of life . Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead : The rustic youth , brown with meridian toil , Healthful and strong ; full as the summer - rose Blown by prevailing suns , the ruddy ...
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amid art thou beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss blooming boundless breast breathes breeze chearful clouds crouds dark deep delight deluge descends dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale genius gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills incircled JAMES THOMSON Lapland light luxury Lycurgus matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Naiads nature Nature's night o'er Palemon passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shining shoot silvan smile snow soft song soul spreads spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro thunder toil tragic Muse Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
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Сторінка 233 - 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.
Сторінка 236 - 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.
Сторінка 200 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Сторінка 187 - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms ! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Сторінка 235 - 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. 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.
Сторінка 236 - 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 His praise.
Сторінка 234 - Mysterious round ! what skill, what force divine, Deep felt, in these appear ! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combined ; Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade; And all so forming an harmonious whole ; That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
Сторінка 5 - 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 230 - 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?
Сторінка 35 - And see where surly Winter passes off, Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts. His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill, The shatter'd forest, and the ravag'd vale ; While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch, Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost, The mountains lift their green heads to the sky.