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... wandering images of things , Sooth every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the softened heart , That weaken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth ...
... wandering images of things , Sooth every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the softened heart , That weaken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth ...
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... wandering swain , the white - winged plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn To tempt him from her nest . The wild - duck , hence , O'er the rough moss , and o'er the trackless ...
... wandering swain , the white - winged plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn To tempt him from her nest . The wild - duck , hence , O'er the rough moss , and o'er the trackless ...
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... wandering streams , High gleaming from afar . Prime cheerer , Light ! 90 Of all material beings first and best ! Efflux divire ! Nature's resplendent robe ! Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapped In unessential gloom ! and thou ...
... wandering streams , High gleaming from afar . Prime cheerer , Light ! 90 Of all material beings first and best ! Efflux divire ! Nature's resplendent robe ! Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapped In unessential gloom ! and thou ...
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... these the prospect varies . Plains immense Lie stretched below , interminable meads , And vast savannahs , where the wandering eye , Unfixed , is in a verdant ocean lɔst . 635 691 * Another Flora there , of bolder hues , 695 SUMMER . 57.
... these the prospect varies . Plains immense Lie stretched below , interminable meads , And vast savannahs , where the wandering eye , Unfixed , is in a verdant ocean lɔst . 635 691 * Another Flora there , of bolder hues , 695 SUMMER . 57.
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... wandering song , 150 Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky , And , unperceived , unfolds the spreading day , Before the ripened field the reapers stand , In fair array ; each by the lass he loves , To bear the rougher part , and ...
... wandering song , 150 Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky , And , unperceived , unfolds the spreading day , Before the ripened field the reapers stand , In fair array ; each by the lass he loves , To bear the rougher part , and ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 133 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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?