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The Seasons, with the Life of the Author: To Which Are Added Hesiod, Or the ...
James Thomson,Thomas Parnell
Недоступно для просмотра - 2015
amid art thou beam beauteous beauty bending beneath blaze blooming bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm Castle of Indolence charms chearful clouds Coriolanus crouds darting deep delight deluge dreadful earth Emma Emma's ether exalts fair faithless fancy fate fear fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven HESIOD hills JAMES THOMSON light maid matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night Nut-brown Maid Nymph o'er passion peace plain poison'd pride race rage rapture rills rise robe rocks roll round sacred scene season shade shine silvan smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream swains sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro toil tragic Muse trembling Twas Typhon vale virtue walk wandering waste wave wild winds wing wintry woods youth
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 277 - 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!
Стр. 294 - 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.