The SeasonsA.S. Barnes, 1856 - 335 Seiten |
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... amid a creation infinitely rich with grand and beautiful objects , which , imparting some thing more than images to a mind adapted and habitua- ted to converse with nature , inspire an exquisite senti- ment , that seems like the ...
... amid a creation infinitely rich with grand and beautiful objects , which , imparting some thing more than images to a mind adapted and habitua- ted to converse with nature , inspire an exquisite senti- ment , that seems like the ...
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... Amid the glad creation , musing praise , And looking lively gratitude . But he looks also , as Johnson has finely observed , " with the eye which nature bestows only on a poet - the eye that distin- guishes , in every thing presented to ...
... Amid the glad creation , musing praise , And looking lively gratitude . But he looks also , as Johnson has finely observed , " with the eye which nature bestows only on a poet - the eye that distin- guishes , in every thing presented to ...
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... amid moisture from above , and music from below ; and as she comes , Winter withdraws his snow from the hill , and his winds from the leafless woods , and leaves with reluc- tance the scene to his successor- - ( 27-43 ) . 5. O Hertford ...
... amid moisture from above , and music from below ; and as she comes , Winter withdraws his snow from the hill , and his winds from the leafless woods , and leaves with reluc- tance the scene to his successor- - ( 27-43 ) . 5. O Hertford ...
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... Amid the glad creation , musing praise , 165 170 And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And , softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow , In ...
... Amid the glad creation , musing praise , 165 170 And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And , softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops , let all their moisture flow , In ...
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... amid these Iron Times , These dregs of life ! Now the distemper'd mind Has lost that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all 275 Is off the poise within the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and ...
... amid these Iron Times , These dregs of life ! Now the distemper'd mind Has lost that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all 275 Is off the poise within the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and ...
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admirable Æneid amid ancient animal Autumn beam beauty beneath birds blank verse blaze bloom Boötes breath breeze bright character charm Cincinnatus clouds color death deep delight E'en earth ether fancy flame flocks flood flower forest genius gloom glow grace Greece grove Hagley Park happy heart heaven hills Hugh Miller human Julius Cæsar light lively luxury Lycurgus mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night o'er Oronoque Paradise Lost passions Phocion plain poem poet poetic poetry poison'd rage reign rise river round rural Samuel Johnson scene Scotland Seasons shade shining smiling snow soft song soul Southdean spirit Spring storm stream sublime Summer swain sweet swelling taste tempest thee Thessaly Thomson thou thought Timoleon toil trees tribes vale verse virtue walks wave whole wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
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Seite 96 - 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 110 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Seite 283 - 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 284 - Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate, Vice in his high career would stand appall'd, And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think; The conscious heart of Charity would warm, And her wide wish Benevolence dilate; The social tear would rise, the social sigh; And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Refining still, the social passions work.
Seite 211 - Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild • So flourish'd, blooming, and unseen by all, The sweet Lavinia ; till at length compell'd By strong Necessity's supreme command, With smiling patience in her looks, she went To glean Palemon's fields.
Seite 330 - 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 17 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade.
Seite 14 - Oh sympathizing love of others' bliss, Where will you 'find another breast like his? Such was the Man — the Poet well you know : Oft has he touched your hearts with tender woe : Oft in this crowded house, with just applause You heard him teach fair Virtue's purest laws; For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
Seite 330 - 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, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam His praise.
Seite 268 - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms ! Congenial horrors, hail ! With frequent foot, Pleased have I, in my cheerful morn of life, When nursed by careless Solitude I lived, And sung of Nature...