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... morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless : so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with bill ingulfed , To shake the sounding marsh ; or from the shore The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath , And sing their ...
... morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless : so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with bill ingulfed , To shake the sounding marsh ; or from the shore The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath , And sing their ...
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... morning beam , to give to light , Raised through ten thousand different plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely wild , O'er all the deep - green earth , beyond the power Of ...
... morning beam , to give to light , Raised through ten thousand different plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely wild , O'er all the deep - green earth , beyond the power Of ...
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... morning dews , and gather in their prime Fresh - blooming flowers , to grace thy braided hair , And thy loved bosom that improves their sweets . 491 See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads . See , how the ...
... morning dews , and gather in their prime Fresh - blooming flowers , to grace thy braided hair , And thy loved bosom that improves their sweets . 491 See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads . See , how the ...
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... morn ; Ere yet the shadows fly , he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts 590 Calls up the tuneful nations . Every copse Deep tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending with dewy moisture , o'er the heads Of the ...
... morn ; Ere yet the shadows fly , he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts 590 Calls up the tuneful nations . Every copse Deep tangled , tree irregular , and bush Bending with dewy moisture , o'er the heads Of the ...
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... he tosses , nor the balmy power In any posture finds ; till the gray Morn Lifts her pale lustre on the paler wretch , 1015 1020 1026 1030 1035 1040 1045 Exanimate by love and then , perhaps , Exhausted Nature 34 SPRING ..
... he tosses , nor the balmy power In any posture finds ; till the gray Morn Lifts her pale lustre on the paler wretch , 1015 1020 1026 1030 1035 1040 1045 Exanimate by love and then , perhaps , Exhausted Nature 34 SPRING ..
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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
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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?