The seasons, Britannia, and The castle of indolenceMilner and Sowerby, 1862 |
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... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own season paints ; when nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly Winter passes off , Far to the north , and calls his rufflan blasts . His blasts obey , and ...
... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own season paints ; when nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly Winter passes off , Far to the north , and calls his rufflan blasts . His blasts obey , and ...
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... soft'ning dews , ye tender show'rs , descend ! And temper all , thou world - reviving sun , Into the perfect year ! Nor ye who live In luxury and ease , in pomp and pride , Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear . Such themes as ...
... soft'ning dews , ye tender show'rs , descend ! And temper all , thou world - reviving sun , Into the perfect year ! Nor ye who live In luxury and ease , in pomp and pride , Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear . Such themes as ...
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... Soft sigh'd the flute : the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart : the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd ...
... Soft sigh'd the flute : the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart : the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd ...
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... Soft disengage , and back into the stream The speckled captive throw . But should you lure , From his dark haunt beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time ...
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream The speckled captive throw . But should you lure , From his dark haunt beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time ...
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... soft air the busy nations fly , Cling to the bud , and , with inserted tube , Suck its pure essence , its ethereal soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare The purple heath , or where the wild thyme grows , And , yellow ...
... soft air the busy nations fly , Cling to the bud , and , with inserted tube , Suck its pure essence , its ethereal soul ; And oft , with bolder wing , they soaring dare The purple heath , or where the wild thyme grows , And , yellow ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
amid Archimage beam beauty Behold beneath blast bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright Britons calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight deluge descends earth ether ev'ry exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove heart heaven Hebrides herds hills Idless labour light luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains muse MUSIDORA nature nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain pleas'd poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rous'd rural scene shade shining shore sing sleep sloth smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sunk swain sweet sweet oblivion swelling tempest tender thee thou thought thro thunder toil trembling vale vex'd virtue waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 179 - 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 182 - 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 182 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; 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.
Página 154 - As thus the snows arise, and foul and fierce All Winter drives along the darken'd 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...
Página 180 - Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth; And as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Página 45 - But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
Página 156 - Distress. How many stand Around the Death-bed of their dearest Friends, And point the parting Anguish. Thought fond Man Of These, and all the thousand nameless Ills, That one incessant Struggle render Life, One Scene of Toil, of Suffering, and of Fate...
Página 178 - Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ; The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Página 90 - Now to the sister hills that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows. There let the feasted eye unwearied stray; Luxurious, there, rove through the pendent woods That nodding hang o'er Harrington's retreat...
Página 155 - Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land — unknown, What water — of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh...