The Seasons, Hymns, Ode, and SongsJ. W. H. Payne, 1813 - 323 páginas |
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... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , th ' effusive South Warms the wide air ; and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . 145 At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ...
... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , th ' effusive South Warms the wide air ; and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . 145 At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ...
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... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
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... rage : Till floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 435 Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the sun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering ...
... rage : Till floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 435 Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the sun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering ...
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... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seiz'd in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong : Blows are not felt ; but tossing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seiz'd in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong : Blows are not felt ; but tossing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
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... rage , BRITANNIA's weal ; how from the venal gulph To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Muses charm : while , with sure taste refin'd , 930 You draw th ' inspiring breath ...
... rage , BRITANNIA's weal ; how from the venal gulph To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Muses charm : while , with sure taste refin'd , 930 You draw th ' inspiring breath ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
affects the various amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath bloom bosom boundless breast breathes breeze Caledonia Celadon charm clouds Coriolanus deep delightful descends descriptive poetry earth ether Ev'n exalted fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven hills Lapland light luxury matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night numbers o'er Palemon passions peace plain poet poison'd pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rous'd rural scarce scene Season described Season on Animals shade shine smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd Summer swain sweet sweet emotions swell tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil train tribes vale vegetable vex'd virtue walk waste wave wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 301 - 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.
Página 299 - 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.
Página 303 - tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes there must be joy.
Página 249 - 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...
Página 99 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Página 56 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall.
Página 265 - And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think ; The conscious heart of Charity would warm, And her wide wish Benevolence dilate ; The social tear would rise, the social sigh ; And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Refining still, the social passions work.
Página 49 - 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.
Página 88 - The whole creation round. Contentment walks The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings To purchase.
Página 263 - In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.