The Seasons: A Poem. Compared with the London and Edinburgh EdClark & Maynard, 1869 |
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... pleasing expectation . Herds and flocks Drop the dry sprig , and mute imploring eye The falling verdure . Hushed in short suspense , The plumy people streak their wings with oil , To throw the lucid moisture trickling off : And wait th ...
... pleasing expectation . Herds and flocks Drop the dry sprig , and mute imploring eye The falling verdure . Hushed in short suspense , The plumy people streak their wings with oil , To throw the lucid moisture trickling off : And wait th ...
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... pleasing task , Ah , what shall language do ? Ah , where find words Tinged with so many colors ; and whose power , To life approaching , may perfume my lays 470 With that fine oil , those aromatic gales , 475 That inexhaustive flow ...
... pleasing task , Ah , what shall language do ? Ah , where find words Tinged with so many colors ; and whose power , To life approaching , may perfume my lays 470 With that fine oil , those aromatic gales , 475 That inexhaustive flow ...
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... pleasing teaches . Hence the glossy kind Try every winning way inventive love 615 Can dictate , and in courtship to their mates Pour forth their little souls . First , wide around , With distant awe , in airy rings they rove ...
... pleasing teaches . Hence the glossy kind Try every winning way inventive love 615 Can dictate , and in courtship to their mates Pour forth their little souls . First , wide around , With distant awe , in airy rings they rove ...
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... pleasing comfort glides : The heart beats glad ; the fresh - expanded eye And ear resume their watch ; the sinews knit ; 480 And life shoots swift through all the lightened limbs . Around th ' adjoining brook , that purls along The ...
... pleasing comfort glides : The heart beats glad ; the fresh - expanded eye And ear resume their watch ; the sinews knit ; 480 And life shoots swift through all the lightened limbs . Around th ' adjoining brook , that purls along The ...
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... pleasing converse , by gay lively sense Inspired : where mortal wisdom mildly shone , Without the toil of art ; and virtue glowed , In all her smiles , without forbidding pride . But , O thou best of parents ! wipe thy tears , Or rather ...
... pleasing converse , by gay lively sense Inspired : where mortal wisdom mildly shone , Without the toil of art ; and virtue glowed , In all her smiles , without forbidding pride . But , O thou best of parents ! wipe thy tears , Or rather ...
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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?