The seasons, with the life of the author: to which are added Hesiod, or the Rise of woman, and the Hermit, by Parnell; together with Henry and Emma, by Prior1808 - 339 Seiten |
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... dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling stream , or where it bbiks . Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank Reverted plays in undulating flow , There throw , nice - judging , the delusive fly SPRING . 65.
... dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling stream , or where it bbiks . Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank Reverted plays in undulating flow , There throw , nice - judging , the delusive fly SPRING . 65.
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... bank , And to the shelving shore slow - dragging some With various hand proportioned to their force . If yet too young , and easily deceiv'd , lure At worthless prey scarce bends your pliant rod , Him , piteous of his youth and the ...
... bank , And to the shelving shore slow - dragging some With various hand proportioned to their force . If yet too young , and easily deceiv'd , lure At worthless prey scarce bends your pliant rod , Him , piteous of his youth and the ...
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... bank , his old secure abode ; And flies aloft , and flounces round the pool , Indignant of the guile . With yielding hand , That feels him still , yet to his furious course Gives way , you , now retiring , following now Across the ...
... bank , his old secure abode ; And flies aloft , and flounces round the pool , Indignant of the guile . With yielding hand , That feels him still , yet to his furious course Gives way , you , now retiring , following now Across the ...
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... bank , In fair profusion , deeks . Long let us walk , Where the breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossom'd beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence Breathes thro ' the sense , and takes the ...
... bank , In fair profusion , deeks . Long let us walk , Where the breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossom'd beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence Breathes thro ' the sense , and takes the ...
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... unfrequented glooms , or shaggy banks , Steep , and divided by a babbling brook , Whose murmurs sooth them all the live - long day , When by kind duty fix'd . Among the roots " 4 * SPRING . 65 Of the regardless charmer. Should she seem ...
... unfrequented glooms , or shaggy banks , Steep , and divided by a babbling brook , Whose murmurs sooth them all the live - long day , When by kind duty fix'd . Among the roots " 4 * SPRING . 65 Of the regardless charmer. Should she seem ...
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amid art thou beam beauteous beauty bending beneath blaze blooming bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charms chearful clouds Coriolanus crouds darting deep delight dreadful earth Emma Emma's ether exalts fair faithless fancy fate fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom glow grace groves happy heart heaven Henry Hesiod hills JAMES THOMSON light maid matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night Nut-brown Maid Nymph o'er passion peace plain pleas'd poison'd pride race rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rove rural scene season shade shine silvan sing smiles snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee THOMAS PARNELL Thomson thou thought thro toil trembling Twas Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave wild winds wing woods youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 242 - 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...
Seite 87 - 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 th' enlivening spirit and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Seite 275 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Seite 63 - Every copse Deep-tangled, tree irregular, and bush Bending with dewy moisture, o'er the heads Of the coy quiristers that lodge within, Are prodigal of harmony.
Seite 177 - 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.
Seite 39 - COME, gentle SPRING ! ethereal Mildness ! come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While Music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Seite 234 - Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm ? When from the pallid sky the sun descends, With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Uncertain wanders, stain'd ; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around.
Seite 276 - Burst from the Groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the Night His praise. Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn!
Seite 292 - He stopp'd with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, And much he wish'd, but durst not ask to part ; Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard That generous actions meet a base reward. While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds, The changing skies hang out their sable clouds ; A sound in air presag'd approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warn'd by the signs, the wandering pair retreat To seek for shelter at a neighboring seat.
Seite 233 - Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, How mighty, how majestic, are thy works ! With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul!