The Seasons, and Castle of Indolence ...For Fairbairn & Anderson, 1818 - 279 páginas |
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Página 18
... sleep , and noisome damps , Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , [ drops Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell ...
... sleep , and noisome damps , Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , [ drops Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell ...
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... sleep beneath its sacred beam ; For their light slumbers gently fum'd away ; And up they rose as vigorous as the sun , Or to the culture of the willing glebe , Or to the cheerful tendance of the flock . Meantime the song went round ...
... sleep beneath its sacred beam ; For their light slumbers gently fum'd away ; And up they rose as vigorous as the sun , Or to the culture of the willing glebe , Or to the cheerful tendance of the flock . Meantime the song went round ...
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... sleep , Associates with the midnight shadows drear ; And , sighing to the lonely taper , pours His idly tortur'd heart into the page , Meant for the moving messenger of love ; Where rapture burns on rapture , every line With rising ...
... sleep , Associates with the midnight shadows drear ; And , sighing to the lonely taper , pours His idly tortur'd heart into the page , Meant for the moving messenger of love ; Where rapture burns on rapture , every line With rising ...
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... swells With many a proof of recollected love , Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed , their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign . SUMMER . she with the sylvan pen Of rural lovers SPRING . 55.
... swells With many a proof of recollected love , Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed , their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign . SUMMER . she with the sylvan pen Of rural lovers SPRING . 55.
Página 61
... sleep can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion , losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life ; Total extinction of the enlighten'd soul ! Or else to feverish vanity alive , Wilder'd , and tossing through distemper'd dreams ...
... sleep can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion , losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life ; Total extinction of the enlighten'd soul ! Or else to feverish vanity alive , Wilder'd , and tossing through distemper'd dreams ...
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amid beam beauty behold beneath bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds dark darting deep delight E'en earth ether fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gleam gloom glow grace Greece grove guile Hagley Park happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON labour light luxury lyre matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night numbers o'er passions peace Philomel plain poison'd pomp Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season seraphic shade shining sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweep sweet swelling tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil trembling turbid vale vex'd vext virtue walks waste wave whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Página 213 - 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 256 - 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 214 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound ; 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...
Página 211 - Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life; pass some few years, Thy flowering 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 ? All now are...
Página 186 - In vain for him the 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 60 - With quicken'd step, Brown night retires. Young day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Página 159 - The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, Oft startling such as, studious, walk below, And slowly circles through the waving air.
Página 132 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
Página 225 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Página 185 - 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.