The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Band 48,Seite 1H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm❜d , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving fleets Deform the day delightlefs : fo that scarce The ...
... mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm❜d , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving fleets Deform the day delightlefs : fo that scarce The ...
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... mountains , vales , And forests seem , impatient , to demand The promis'd sweetness . Man fuperior walks Amid the glad creation , mufing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds confign their treasures to the fields ...
... mountains , vales , And forests seem , impatient , to demand The promis'd sweetness . Man fuperior walks Amid the glad creation , mufing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds confign their treasures to the fields ...
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... mountain , through the forest streams , Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mift , 190 195 200 Far fmoaking o'er th ' interminable plain , In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems . Moist , bright , and green , the landskip laughs ...
... mountain , through the forest streams , Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mift , 190 195 200 Far fmoaking o'er th ' interminable plain , In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems . Moist , bright , and green , the landskip laughs ...
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... mountain rock , Fir'd by the nodding verdure of its brow . With fuch a liberal hand has Nature flung Their feeds abroad , blown them about in winds , 230 Innumerous mix'd them with the nurfing mold , The moistening current , and ...
... mountain rock , Fir'd by the nodding verdure of its brow . With fuch a liberal hand has Nature flung Their feeds abroad , blown them about in winds , 230 Innumerous mix'd them with the nurfing mold , The moistening current , and ...
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... mountain , and the diftant main . But why fo far excurfive ? when at hand , Along thefe blufhing borders , bright with dew , And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - handed Spring unbofoms every grace ; Throws out the fnow ...
... mountain , and the diftant main . But why fo far excurfive ? when at hand , Along thefe blufhing borders , bright with dew , And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - handed Spring unbofoms every grace ; Throws out the fnow ...
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æther amid beam beauty beneath blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze calm chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fave fcene fecret fenfe fhades fhines fide figh filent fing firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnows focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul ftill fuch fudden funk fwain fweet fwell gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt loft mind mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace penfive plain pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rife riſe round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſpirit ſpread Spring ſtand ſtate ſteep ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſweep tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale vex'd virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods
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Seite 191 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Seite 226 - 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 200 - Full in the passage of the vale, above, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move, As Idless fancied in her dreaming mood. And up the hills, on either side, a wood Of blackening pines, ay waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Seite 66 - Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Their lighter glories blend.
Seite 164 - How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Seite 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Seite 193 - At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn; in swarming cities vast, Assembled men, to the deep organ join The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, At solemn pauses, through the swelling bass; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardour rise to heaven. Or, if you rather choose the rural...
Seite 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Seite 164 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Seite 193 - 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.