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Side 14
... Whence blending all the sweeten'd Zephyr springs . Mean - time refracted from yon Eastern Cloud , Beftriding Earth , the grand ætherial Bow Shoots up immenfe ! and every Hue unfolds , In fair Proportion , running from the Red , To where ...
... Whence blending all the sweeten'd Zephyr springs . Mean - time refracted from yon Eastern Cloud , Beftriding Earth , the grand ætherial Bow Shoots up immenfe ! and every Hue unfolds , In fair Proportion , running from the Red , To where ...
Side 19
... Whence refulting rife The selfish Thought , a listless Inconcern , Cold , and averting from our Neighbour's Good ; Then dark Difguft , and Malice , winding Wiles , Sneaking Deceit , and Coward Villany : At laft unruly Hatred , lewd ...
... Whence refulting rife The selfish Thought , a listless Inconcern , Cold , and averting from our Neighbour's Good ; Then dark Difguft , and Malice , winding Wiles , Sneaking Deceit , and Coward Villany : At laft unruly Hatred , lewd ...
Side 38
... Whence the Sand flies , they mutter bloody Deeds , And groaning vast th ' impetuous Battle mix : While the fair Heifer , redolent , in View Stands kindling up their Rage . The trembling Steed , With this hot impulse feiz'd in every ...
... Whence the Sand flies , they mutter bloody Deeds , And groaning vast th ' impetuous Battle mix : While the fair Heifer , redolent , in View Stands kindling up their Rage . The trembling Steed , With this hot impulse feiz'd in every ...
Side 2
... whence the fucceffion of the SEASONS . As the face of nature in this feafon is al- moft uniform , the progress of the poem is a defcription of a fummer's day . Morning . A view of the Sun rifing . Hymn to the Sun. Forenoon . Rural ...
... whence the fucceffion of the SEASONS . As the face of nature in this feafon is al- moft uniform , the progress of the poem is a defcription of a fummer's day . Morning . A view of the Sun rifing . Hymn to the Sun. Forenoon . Rural ...
Side 34
... Whence , over fands of gold , the Niger rolls His amber wave ; while on his balmy banks 685 Or in the fpicy Abyffinian vales , The citron , orange , and pomegranate , drink Intolerable day , yet in their coats A cooling juice contain ...
... Whence , over fands of gold , the Niger rolls His amber wave ; while on his balmy banks 685 Or in the fpicy Abyffinian vales , The citron , orange , and pomegranate , drink Intolerable day , yet in their coats A cooling juice contain ...
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æther afcending Againſt amid Autumn beam beauty beneath blaft bluſh bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze Britons clouds deep defcends earth endleſs facred fafe favage fave feafon fecret fhade fhine fhore fide filent filk fing finks firft firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnow foaring focial foft fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit fpreads freſh ftill ftorm ftream ftrong fuch fudden funk fwell gale GEORGE EWING gloom glory grove heart heaven horrid ISAAC NEWTON JAMES THOMSON laft light loft Love luftre mighty mingling mix'd mountain mufe muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure praiſe profpect rage rifing rocks rofe round ſcarce ſcene ſhe ſmiling Spring ſtate ſtill tempeft thee Thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro thunder toil univerfal vaft vale vex'd wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter Wiſdom woods
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Side 49 - 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 14 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 15 - 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. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Side 27 - Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purposes, in thought Elate, to make her night excel their day. The blackbird whistles from the thorny brake; The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove; Nor are the linnets, o'er the flowering furze Pour'd out profusely, silent.
Side 5 - The unsightly plain Lies a brown deluge; as the low-bent clouds Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still Combine, and, deepening into night, shut up The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven, Each to his home, retire; save those that love To take their pastime in the troubled air, Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool. The cattle from the untasted fields return And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls, Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
Side 13 - 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.
Side 32 - Her sorrows through the night; and, on the bough, Sole-sitting, still at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable strain Of winding woe; till, wide around, the woods Sigh to her song, and with her wail resound.
Side 27 - An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career Arrests the bickering stream.
Side 39 - 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.
Side 12 - Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will; lodge them below the storm, And watch them strict : for from the bellowing east, In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains At one wide waft, and o•er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, The billowy tempest whelms...