The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 48,Side 1H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... rage ; he now fhut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive fouth Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers diftent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rife , Scarce ftaining æther ...
... rage ; he now fhut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive fouth Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers diftent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rife , Scarce ftaining æther ...
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... rage ; Sound flept the waters ; no fulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the fprings of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
... rage ; Sound flept the waters ; no fulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the fprings of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
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... rage : Till floating broad upon his breathless fide , And to his fate abandon'd , to the fhore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 435 Thus pafs the temperate hours : but when the fun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering ...
... rage : Till floating broad upon his breathless fide , And to his fate abandon'd , to the fhore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 435 Thus pafs the temperate hours : but when the fun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering ...
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... rage . The trembling feed , With this hot impulse feiz'd in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the founding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but , toffing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
... rage . The trembling feed , With this hot impulse feiz'd in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the founding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but , toffing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
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... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulph To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . 910 915 920 925 Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Mufes charm : while , with fure tafte refin'd , 930 You draw th ...
... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulph To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . 910 915 920 925 Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Mufes charm : while , with fure tafte refin'd , 930 You draw th ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 164 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 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.