The Works of the English Poets: ThomsonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... heart Was meeken'd , and he join'd his fullen joy . For mufic held the whole in perfect peace : Soft figh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Apply'd their quire ; and winds and ...
... heart Was meeken'd , and he join'd his fullen joy . For mufic held the whole in perfect peace : Soft figh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Apply'd their quire ; and winds and ...
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... heart ; Or , funk to fordid interest , feels no môre That noble with , that never - cloy'd defire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To blefs the dearer object of its flame . Hope fickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of ...
... heart ; Or , funk to fordid interest , feels no môre That noble with , that never - cloy'd defire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To blefs the dearer object of its flame . Hope fickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of ...
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... heart , And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain 350 355 360 Or beams that gave them birth : fhal ! he , fair form ! Who wears sweet smiles ...
... heart , And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain 350 355 360 Or beams that gave them birth : fhal ! he , fair form ! Who wears sweet smiles ...
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... heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing profpect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint 465 Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can ...
... heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing profpect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint 465 Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can ...
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... the hollow cuckoo fings , The fymphony of Spring , and touch a theme Unknown to fame , the Paffion of the groves . When firft the foul of love is fent abroad , Warm Warm through the vital air , and on the heart 22 THOMSON'S POEM S.
... the hollow cuckoo fings , The fymphony of Spring , and touch a theme Unknown to fame , the Paffion of the groves . When firft the foul of love is fent abroad , Warm Warm through the vital air , and on the heart 22 THOMSON'S POEM S.
Palavras e frases frequentes
æther amid beam beauty beneath beſt blaſt blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fair fame fave fcene fecret fenfe fhade fhining fhore fide figh filent filk fing firſt fkies flame fleep flocks flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreſt foul ftill fuch fudden funk fweet fwell gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt loft mingled mix'd moffy moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rife riſe round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhake ſhe ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtream ſweep ſweet ſwift tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods worfe
Passagens conhecidas
Página 226 - 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 191 - 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. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Página 200 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Página 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Página 210 - What elegance and grandeur wide expand, The pride of Turkey and of Persia land ? Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And couches stretch'd around in seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling bed.
Página 161 - Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Página 163 - 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 on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Página 26 - Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, Check their own appetites, and give them all. Nor toil alone they...
Página 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Página 222 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.