The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the British poets [ed. by S.J. Pratt].1808 |
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... Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the sport ...
... Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the sport ...
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... sound declare extreme distress , And ask the helping hospitable hand . Resounds the living surface of the ground : Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum , To him who muses through the woods at noon : Or drowsy shepherd , as he lies ...
... sound declare extreme distress , And ask the helping hospitable hand . Resounds the living surface of the ground : Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum , To him who muses through the woods at noon : Or drowsy shepherd , as he lies ...
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... sound Of sharpening scythe : the mower sinking heaps O'er him the humid hay , with flowers perfum'd ; And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard Through the dumb mead . Distressful nature pants . The very streams look languid from afar ...
... sound Of sharpening scythe : the mower sinking heaps O'er him the humid hay , with flowers perfum'd ; And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard Through the dumb mead . Distressful nature pants . The very streams look languid from afar ...
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... sound Of a near fall of water every sense Wakes from the charm of thought : swift - shrinking back , I check my steps , and view the broken scene . Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair , and placid ; where collected ...
... sound Of a near fall of water every sense Wakes from the charm of thought : swift - shrinking back , I check my steps , and view the broken scene . Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair , and placid ; where collected ...
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... sound That from the mountain , previous to the storm , Rolls o'er the muttering earth , disturbs the flood , And shakes the forest - leaf without a breath . Prone , to the lowest vale , th ' aërial tribes Descend : the tempest - loving ...
... sound That from the mountain , previous to the storm , Rolls o'er the muttering earth , disturbs the flood , And shakes the forest - leaf without a breath . Prone , to the lowest vale , th ' aërial tribes Descend : the tempest - loving ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amid art thou bard beams beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk Castle of Indolence charms Circassia clouds death deep delight divine earth eternal ethereal Ev'n fair fame fancy fate fear flame flood flowers gale genius gentle gloom glory glow grace Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart heaven hills hour labour light lov'd lyre maid mind morn mountains muse Musidora Naiads nature nature's night numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poison'd pomp praise pride rage rapture rills rise round sacred scene shade shine sighs skies smiles smiling band soft song soul spring storm strain stream sublime swain sweet swell tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought toil Twas vale vex'd virtue wave wild winds wing wisdom wonder woods wretch Yarrow youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 31 - 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 the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Seite 434 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Seite 253 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side. Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Seite 138 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales, Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Seite 139 - Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, 476 THOMSON.
Seite 259 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Seite 137 - Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life, In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, Confounded in the dust, adore that Power, And Wisdom oft arraign'd...
Seite 252 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Seite 159 - 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.
Seite 117 - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of th...