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Seite 26 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Seite 156 - There, interspersed in lawns and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades. Here in full light the russet plains extend : There wrapt in clouds the bluish hills ascend. Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes, And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise, That, crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn, Like verdant isles, the sable waste adorn.
Seite 98 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in her nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...
Seite 54 - Low looking dales, disloignd from common gaze; Delightfull bowres, to solace lovers trew ; False Labyrinthes, fond runners eyes to daze ; All which by nature made did nature selfe amaze.
Seite 28 - THE waies, through which my weary steps I guyde In this delightfull land of Faery, Are so exceeding spacious and wyde, And sprinckled with such sweet variety Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye, That I, nigh ravisht with rare thoughts delight, My tedious travell doe forget thereby; And, when I gin to feele decay of might, It strength to me supplies and chears my dulled spright, ii.
Seite 53 - The living stains which Nature's hand alone, Profuse of life, pours forth upon the stone : For ever growing ; where the common eye Can but the bare and rocky bed descry ; There Science loves to trace her tribes minute, The juiceless foliage, and the tasteless fruit ; There she perceives them round the surface creep, And while they meet their due distinction keep ; Mix'd but not blended ; each its name retains, And these are Nature's ever-during stains.
Seite 98 - Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there : and while the mists Flying, and rainy vapours, call out shapes And phantoms from the crags and solid earth As fast as a musician scatters sounds Out of an instrument...
Seite 176 - Rolls fair and placid; where collected all In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-resounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower.
Seite 156 - And where, though all things differ, all agree. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, And part admit, and part exclude the day ; As some coy nymph her lover's warm address Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
Seite 178 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew, From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...