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amid Archimage beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm charm clouds dark deep delight E'en earth ether exalted fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom glowing grace Greece grove guile happy heart Heaven herds hills Idless Indolence James Thomson labour light Love luxury Lycurgus lyre matchless maze mighty milky mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night numbers o'er passions peace Philomela plain poison'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round roused rural scene Season seraphic shade shining sigh silent silvan sleep smile snows soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime Swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil trembling Typhon vale vex'd virtue wandering waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch
Стр. 262 - 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...
Стр. 282 - Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven, When drooping health and spirits go amiss ? How tasteless then whatever can be given? Health is the vital principle of bliss, And exercise, of health.
Стр. 15 - Amid the glad Creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude. At last, The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields, And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. The stealing Shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander through the forest walks, Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves.
Стр. 221 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Стр. 220 - 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. 221 - 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.
Стр. 218 - Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ; The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Стр. 231 - A pleasing land of drowsy -head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Стр. 183 - Along the woods, along the moorish fens, Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs And fractured mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening fancy's ear.