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... wild Notes to the listening Waste : AT laft from Arieš rolls the bounteous Sun , And the bright Bull receives Him . Then no more Th ' expanfive Atmosphere is cramp'd with Cold , But full of Life , and vivifying Soul , Lifts the light ...
... wild Notes to the listening Waste : AT laft from Arieš rolls the bounteous Sun , And the bright Bull receives Him . Then no more Th ' expanfive Atmosphere is cramp'd with Cold , But full of Life , and vivifying Soul , Lifts the light ...
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... yellow Autumn spies . IF brush'd from Ruffian Wilds a cutting Gale D Rife not , and scatter from his foggy Wings The bitter Mildew , or dry blowing breathe Untime- : Untimely Froft ; before whose baleful Blast , The SPRIN G.
... yellow Autumn spies . IF brush'd from Ruffian Wilds a cutting Gale D Rife not , and scatter from his foggy Wings The bitter Mildew , or dry blowing breathe Untime- : Untimely Froft ; before whose baleful Blast , The SPRIN G.
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... bright , and green , the Landskip laughs around . Full fwell the Woods ; their every Mufick wakes , Mix'd in wild Confort with the warbling Brooks Increas'd , Mix'd SPRIN G. 13 'Tis fcarce to patter heard, the itealing Shower...
... bright , and green , the Landskip laughs around . Full fwell the Woods ; their every Mufick wakes , Mix'd in wild Confort with the warbling Brooks Increas'd , Mix'd SPRIN G. 13 'Tis fcarce to patter heard, the itealing Shower...
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James Thomson. Mix'd in wild Confort with the warbling Brooks Increas'd , th ' unnumber'd Bleatings of the Hills , The hollow Lows refponfive from the Vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd Zephyr springs ... wild O'er all 14 SPRING .
James Thomson. Mix'd in wild Confort with the warbling Brooks Increas'd , th ' unnumber'd Bleatings of the Hills , The hollow Lows refponfive from the Vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd Zephyr springs ... wild O'er all 14 SPRING .
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James Thomson. THEN fpring the living Herbs , profufely wild O'er all the deep - green Earth , beyond the Power Of Botanist to number up their Tribes ; Whether he fteals along the lonely Dale , In filent Search ; or thro ' the Forest ...
James Thomson. THEN fpring the living Herbs , profufely wild O'er all the deep - green Earth , beyond the Power Of Botanist to number up their Tribes ; Whether he fteals along the lonely Dale , In filent Search ; or thro ' the Forest ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æther afcending Againſt amid Autumn beam beauty beneath blaft bluſh bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze Britons clouds deep defcends earth endleſs facred fafe favage fave feafon fecret fhade fhine fhore fide filent filk fing finks firft firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnow foaring focial foft fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit fpreads freſh ftill ftorm ftream ftrong fuch fudden funk fwell gale GEORGE EWING gloom glory grove heart heaven horrid ISAAC NEWTON JAMES THOMSON laft light loft Love luftre mighty mingling mix'd mountain mufe muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure praiſe profpect rage rifing rocks rofe round ſcarce ſcene ſhe ſmiling Spring ſtate ſtill tempeft thee Thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro thunder toil univerfal vaft vale vex'd wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter Wiſdom woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 49 - 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 14 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Seite 15 - 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. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Seite 27 - Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purposes, in thought Elate, to make her night excel their day. The blackbird whistles from the thorny brake; The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove; Nor are the linnets, o'er the flowering furze Pour'd out profusely, silent.
Seite 5 - The unsightly plain Lies a brown deluge; as the low-bent clouds Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still Combine, and, deepening into night, shut up The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven, Each to his home, retire; save those that love To take their pastime in the troubled air, Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool. The cattle from the untasted fields return And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls, Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
Seite 13 - Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Seite 32 - Her sorrows through the night; and, on the bough, Sole-sitting, still at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable strain Of winding woe; till, wide around, the woods Sigh to her song, and with her wail resound.
Seite 27 - An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career Arrests the bickering stream.
Seite 39 - 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 12 - Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will; lodge them below the storm, And watch them strict : for from the bellowing east, In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains At one wide waft, and o•er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, The billowy tempest whelms...