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The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and ..., Том 2
Полный просмотр - 1802
amid art thou beam beauty Behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm Castle of Indolence charm clouds darting deep delight descends earth ether fair fair brow fancy flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove happy heart heaven hills JAMES THOMSON join'd King of Day light lyre matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomela plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise robe round rural scene season seraphic shade shine silvan sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet sweet emotions swell tempest tender thee Thomson thou toil train trembling vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
Стр. 171 - 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.
Стр. 171 - 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. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Стр. 139 - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms ! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Стр. 33 - In yonder grave a druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ^ To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Стр. 16 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode;* And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Стр. 78 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns and gilded streams till all | The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Стр. 34 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And, while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest!
Стр. 209 - 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.
Стр. 134 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and, higher still, the mind...