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... hand , to answer , or even to prevent his demands ; and he had a friend or two besides , whose hearts , he knew , were not contracted by the ample fortunes they had acquired ; who would of themselves interpose , if they saw any occasion ...
... hand , to answer , or even to prevent his demands ; and he had a friend or two besides , whose hearts , he knew , were not contracted by the ample fortunes they had acquired ; who would of themselves interpose , if they saw any occasion ...
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... cast his eyes on the hand - writing in which he had seen Edward and Eleonora , than he cried out , " Away with it ! " and the author's profits were reduced to what his bookseller could afford for a tragedy c 2 OF MR . THOMSON . 23.
... cast his eyes on the hand - writing in which he had seen Edward and Eleonora , than he cried out , " Away with it ! " and the author's profits were reduced to what his bookseller could afford for a tragedy c 2 OF MR . THOMSON . 23.
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... hand , Disdaining little delicacies , seized The plough , and greatly independent lived . Ye generous Britons , venerate the plough ; And o'er your hills , and long withdrawing vales , Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun ...
... hand , Disdaining little delicacies , seized The plough , and greatly independent lived . Ye generous Britons , venerate the plough ; And o'er your hills , and long withdrawing vales , Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun ...
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... hand , The garden glows , and fills the liberal air With lavish fragrance ; while the promis'd fruit Lies yet a little embryo , unperceiv'd , Within its crimson folds . Now from the town Buried in smoke , and sleep , and noisome damps ...
... hand , The garden glows , and fills the liberal air With lavish fragrance ; while the promis'd fruit Lies yet a little embryo , unperceiv'd , Within its crimson folds . Now from the town Buried in smoke , and sleep , and noisome damps ...
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... hand has Nature flung Their seeds abroad , blown them about in winds , Innumerous mix'd them with the nursing mold , The moistening current , and prolific rain . But who their virtues can declare ? who pierce , With vision pure , into ...
... hand has Nature flung Their seeds abroad , blown them about in winds , Innumerous mix'd them with the nursing mold , The moistening current , and prolific rain . But who their virtues can declare ? who pierce , With vision pure , into ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amid art thou beam beauty Behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm Castle of Indolence charm clouds dæmon darting deep delight earth ether fair fair brow fancy flame Fleet Street flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove happy heart heaven hills JAMES THOMSON join'd light lyre matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse MUSIDORA Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture reigns rills rise robe round rural sacred scene seraphic shade shine sigh silvan sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet sweet emotions swell tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought toil train vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 175 - 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.
Seite 175 - 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. In Winter awful thou...
Seite 141 - SEE, 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...
Seite 18 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode ; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Seite 176 - But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not THEE ; marks not the mighty hand, That ever busy wheels the silent spheres...
Seite 35 - 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 213 - 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 88 - The great deliverer he, who from the gloom Of cloistered monks and jargon-teaching schools, Led forth the true philosophy, there long Held in the magic chain of words and forms And definitions void: he led her forth, Daughter of Heaven! that, slow-ascending still, Investigating sure the chain of things, With radiant finger points to Heaven again.
Seite 138 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and, higher still, the mind...
Seite 186 - Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half...