The poetical works of James Thomson. With life, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1873 |
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... silent search ; or through the forest , rank With what the dull incurious weeds account , Bursts his blind way ; or climbs the mountain - rock , Fired by the nodding verdure of its brow . With such a lib'ral hand has Nature flung Their ...
... silent search ; or through the forest , rank With what the dull incurious weeds account , Bursts his blind way ; or climbs the mountain - rock , Fired by the nodding verdure of its brow . With such a lib'ral hand has Nature flung Their ...
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... silent , settles into fell Revenge . Base Envy withers at another's joy , And hates that excellence it cannot reach . Desponding Fear , of feeble fancies full . Weak and unmanly , loosens every power . Even Love itself is bitterness of ...
... silent , settles into fell Revenge . Base Envy withers at another's joy , And hates that excellence it cannot reach . Desponding Fear , of feeble fancies full . Weak and unmanly , loosens every power . Even Love itself is bitterness of ...
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... silent . Join'd to these Innumerous songsters , in the freshening shade Of new - sprung leaves , their modulations mix Mellifluous . The jay , the rook , the daw , And each harsh pipe , discordant heard alone , Aid the full concert ...
... silent . Join'd to these Innumerous songsters , in the freshening shade Of new - sprung leaves , their modulations mix Mellifluous . The jay , the rook , the daw , And each harsh pipe , discordant heard alone , Aid the full concert ...
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... silent drop , And whirring thence , as if alarm'd , deceive Th ' unfeeling schoolboy . Hence , around the head Of wandering swain , the white wing'd plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on 663 670 680 690 In long ...
... silent drop , And whirring thence , as if alarm'd , deceive Th ' unfeeling schoolboy . Hence , around the head Of wandering swain , the white wing'd plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on 663 670 680 690 In long ...
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... silent - working Heaven , surprising oft The lonely heart with unexpected good . For you the roving spirit of the wind Blows Spring abroad ; for you the teeming clouds Descend in gladsome plenty o'er the world ; And the Sun sheds his ...
... silent - working Heaven , surprising oft The lonely heart with unexpected good . For you the roving spirit of the wind Blows Spring abroad ; for you the teeming clouds Descend in gladsome plenty o'er the world ; And the Sun sheds his ...
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amid art thou beam behold beneath blast bliss bloom breast breath breeze Britons brow calm Capel Lofft charm Christiad clouds dark death deep delight Derry dread earth ethereal Ev'n fair fancy flame flood gale genius gloom glory Gondoline grace Greece grove hand happy heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hills labour land light lonely loud lyre mingled mix'd morn mountains Muse neath night o'er peace plain poem poison'd pour'd pow'r pride rage rapture reign rills rise rocks Rome round Sabbath scene Scotland shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soul sound spirit spread Spring Star of Bethlehem storm strain stream sweet swell tear tempest thee thine thou thought toil trembling vale vex'd virtue voice wandering waste wave wild winds wing wintry woods youth
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Página 308 - 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 : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 228 - Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the jubilee to sound on the tenth day of the seventh month, in the Day of Atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound throughout all your land.
Página 143 - As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce, All Winter drives along the darkened air; In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush...
Página 37 - 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 170 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east...
Página 229 - And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: and thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.
Página 145 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 169 - 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.
Página 144 - 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 169 - 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. 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.