The Poetical Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements : with the Life of the Author and an Essay on the Plan and Characters of the Poem on the Seasons, Band 1Benjamin Johnson, 1804 |
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... taste , had early discovered , through the rudeness of young Thomson's puerile essays , a fund of genius well deserving culture and en- couragement . He undertook , therefore , with the father's approbation , the chief direction of his ...
... taste , had early discovered , through the rudeness of young Thomson's puerile essays , a fund of genius well deserving culture and en- couragement . He undertook , therefore , with the father's approbation , the chief direction of his ...
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... taste being a gift of Nature , the want of which Aristotle and Bossu cannot supply , nor even the study of the best originals , when the reader's fa- culties are not tuned in a certain consonance to those of the poet ; and this happened ...
... taste being a gift of Nature , the want of which Aristotle and Bossu cannot supply , nor even the study of the best originals , when the reader's fa- culties are not tuned in a certain consonance to those of the poet ; and this happened ...
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... taste being no less just and delicate in the kindred art of descriptive poetry than in his own , no wonder that he soon conceived a friendship for our Author . What a warm return he met with , and how Mr. Thompson was affected by his ...
... taste being no less just and delicate in the kindred art of descriptive poetry than in his own , no wonder that he soon conceived a friendship for our Author . What a warm return he met with , and how Mr. Thompson was affected by his ...
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... taste . A few others stood aloof , merely because they had long before fixed the articles of their poetical creed , and re- signed themselves to an absolute despair of ever seeing any thing new and original . These were somewhat ...
... taste . A few others stood aloof , merely because they had long before fixed the articles of their poetical creed , and re- signed themselves to an absolute despair of ever seeing any thing new and original . These were somewhat ...
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... taste upon the best originals , ancient and modern ; but could not bear to write what was not strictly his own , what had not more immedi- ately struck his imagination , or touched his heart ; so- that he is not in the least concerned ...
... taste upon the best originals , ancient and modern ; but could not bear to write what was not strictly his own , what had not more immedi- ately struck his imagination , or touched his heart ; so- that he is not in the least concerned ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æther amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze blooming boundless breast breathes breeze charm clouds Coriolanus deep delight descends descriptive poetry Doddington dreadful E'en earth evanescent exalted fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale genius gloom grace grove happy heart heaven hills insects JAMES THOMSON Lapland light luxury matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night numbers o'er Palemon passions peace plain poem poet poison'd pomp pride race racter rage rapture retir'd rills rise rocks roll round rous'd rural scarce scene season shade shake shining smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd Summer swain swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro toil tribes Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 32 - 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 162 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound...
Seite 159 - Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ; The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Seite 163 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Seite xxiii - wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses.
Seite 161 - Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Seite 164 - When, e'en at last, the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey : there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around...
Seite 137 - In vain for him the 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 1 - And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze, Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless...
Seite 161 - 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 unconfin'd, And spreads a common feast for all that lives...