The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 48,Side 1H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... train , would quench the fummer - blaze , 140 And , chearlefs , drown the crude unripened year . The north - east spends his rage ; he now fhut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive fouth Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of ...
... train , would quench the fummer - blaze , 140 And , chearlefs , drown the crude unripened year . The north - east spends his rage ; he now fhut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive fouth Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of ...
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... train , Check their own appetites , and give them all . Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By the great Father of the Spring inspir'd , Gives inftant courage to the fearful race , With stealthy wing , And to the fimple art ...
... train , Check their own appetites , and give them all . Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love , By the great Father of the Spring inspir'd , Gives inftant courage to the fearful race , With stealthy wing , And to the fimple art ...
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... train , Rows garrulous . The ftately - failing fwan Gives out his fnowy plumage to the gale ; And , arching proud his neck , with oary feet Bears forward fierce , and guards his ofier - ifle , Protective of his young . The turkey nigh ...
... train , Rows garrulous . The ftately - failing fwan Gives out his fnowy plumage to the gale ; And , arching proud his neck , with oary feet Bears forward fierce , and guards his ofier - ifle , Protective of his young . The turkey nigh ...
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... train continual wonders rife , Or to the curious or the pious eye . And oft , conducted by historic truth , You tread the long extent of backward time : Planning , with warm benevolence of mind , And honeft zeal unwarp'd by party - rage ...
... train continual wonders rife , Or to the curious or the pious eye . And oft , conducted by historic truth , You tread the long extent of backward time : Planning , with warm benevolence of mind , And honeft zeal unwarp'd by party - rage ...
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... train Leads on the gentle hours ; then forth he walks , Beneath the trembling languish of her beam , With foften'd foul , and wooes the bird of eve To mingle woes with his or while the world And all the fons of Care lie hufh'd in fleep ...
... train Leads on the gentle hours ; then forth he walks , Beneath the trembling languish of her beam , With foften'd foul , and wooes the bird of eve To mingle woes with his or while the world And all the fons of Care lie hufh'd in fleep ...
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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.