The Seasons: A Poem. Compared with the London and Edinburgh EdClark & Maynard, 1869 |
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... Mixed in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increased , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending , all the sweetened zephyr springs Meantime , refracted from yon eastern cloud ...
... Mixed in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increased , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending , all the sweetened zephyr springs Meantime , refracted from yon eastern cloud ...
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... mixed them with the nursing mould , The moistening current , and prolific rain . But who their virtues can declare ? who pierce , With vision pure , into these secret stores Of health , and life , and joy ? the food of Man , While yet ...
... mixed them with the nursing mould , The moistening current , and prolific rain . But who their virtues can declare ? who pierce , With vision pure , into these secret stores Of health , and life , and joy ? the food of Man , While yet ...
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... mixed emotions more , From ever - changing views of good and ill Formed infinitely various , vex the mind With endless storm ; whence , deeply rankling , growe The partial thought , a listless unconcern , Cold , and averting from our ...
... mixed emotions more , From ever - changing views of good and ill Formed infinitely various , vex the mind With endless storm ; whence , deeply rankling , growe The partial thought , a listless unconcern , Cold , and averting from our ...
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... mixed the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollowed bank Reverted plays in undulating flow , There throw , nice judging , the delusive fly ; 395 400 4415 And , as you lead it round in artful curve 2 ...
... mixed the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollowed bank Reverted plays in undulating flow , There throw , nice judging , the delusive fly ; 395 400 4415 And , as you lead it round in artful curve 2 ...
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... mixed , Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart ; O , come ! and while the rosy - footed May Steals blushing on , together let us tread 485 The morning dews , and gather in their prime Fresh - blooming flowers , to grace thy braided ...
... mixed , Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart ; O , come ! and while the rosy - footed May Steals blushing on , together let us tread 485 The morning dews , and gather in their prime Fresh - blooming flowers , to grace thy braided ...
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The Seasons: A Poem Compared with the London and Edinburgh Editions James Thomson Visualização integral - 1854 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright Castle of Indolence charm cheerful Cincinnatus clouds commixed darting deep delight deluge descends Deucalion diffused dreadful E'en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale glebe gloom glow grace Greece grove happy heart heaven Hence herds hills JAMES THOMSON Lapland light lustre Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pours pride race rage rapture reigns rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot smiling snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil vale virtue walk wandering waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 155 - 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 133 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 155 - 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 134 - How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.
Página 133 - In vain for him th' 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.
Página 157 - 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 156 - A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Página 21 - Th' ethereal mountain, and the distant main. But why so far excursive? when at hand, Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace; Throws out the snowdrop, and the crocus first...
Página 155 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter, awful thou, with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled. Majestic darkness, on the whirlwind's wing Riding sublime, thou bidst the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Página 153 - Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid hopes Of happiness? those longings after fame? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent festive nights? those veering thoughts, Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life?