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The Seasons, with the Life of the Author: To Which Are Added Hesiod, Or the ...
James Thomson,Thomas Parnell
Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015
amid bank beam beauty bending beneath breast breath bright charms circling clouds comes dark death deep delight descends earth Emma fair fall fancy fate fear feels fields flame flood force gentle give gloom grace groves hand happy head heard heart heaven Hence Henry hills human kind land light lively look lost mind mingled morn mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er once passion peace plain pride race rage rise rocks roll round scarce scene season secret shade shine side sing smiles soft song soul sounding spread Spring stands storm stream sweet swelling tears tempest tender thee thou thought thousand thro toil turn vale various virtue voice walk wandering waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Side 242 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, "Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ;— Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Side 275 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Side 63 - Every copse Deep-tangled, tree irregular, and bush Bending with dewy moisture, o'er the heads Of the coy quiristers that lodge within, Are prodigal of harmony.
Side 177 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, * Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Side 39 - COME, gentle SPRING ! ethereal Mildness ! come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While Music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Side 234 - Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm ? When from the pallid sky the sun descends, With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Uncertain wanders, stain'd ; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around.
Side 276 - 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. Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn!
Side 292 - He stopp'd with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, And much he wish'd, but durst not ask to part ; Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard That generous actions meet a base reward. While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds, The changing skies hang out their sable clouds ; A sound in air presag'd approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warn'd by the signs, the wandering pair retreat To seek for shelter at a neighboring seat.