The seasons; with the life of the author. To which are added Hesiod, or the rise of woman, and the Hermit, by Parnell; together with Henry and Emma, by PriorT. Borrois, 1803 |
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... the penetrative sun , His force deep - darting to the dark retreat Of vegetation , sets the steaming Power At large , to wander o'er the vernant earth , B 6 SPRING . ઠંડ Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend! ...
... the penetrative sun , His force deep - darting to the dark retreat Of vegetation , sets the steaming Power At large , to wander o'er the vernant earth , B 6 SPRING . ઠંડ Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend! ...
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... wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as thro ' the verdant maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy ; or ascend Some eminence ...
... wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as thro ' the verdant maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell of dairy ; or ascend Some eminence ...
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... wander thro ' the forest walks , Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves . But who can hold the shade , while Heaven descends In universal bounty , shedding herbs , And fruits , and flowers , on Nature's ample lap ? Swift fancy fir'd ...
... wander thro ' the forest walks , Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves . But who can hold the shade , while Heaven descends In universal bounty , shedding herbs , And fruits , and flowers , on Nature's ample lap ? Swift fancy fir'd ...
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... wandering images of things , Soothe every gust of passion into peace , All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb the tranquil mind . BEHOLD yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth ...
... wandering images of things , Soothe every gust of passion into peace , All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb the tranquil mind . BEHOLD yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth ...
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... wandering swain , the white - wing'd plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn , To tempt him from her nest . The wild - duck , hence , O'er the rough moss , and o'er the trackless ...
... wandering swain , the white - wing'd plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn , To tempt him from her nest . The wild - duck , hence , O'er the rough moss , and o'er the trackless ...
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amid art thou BARROIS beam beauteous beauty beneath blooming bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charms chearful clouds Coriolanus crouds darting deep delight dreadful earth Emma Emma's ether exalts fair fair brow fancy fate fear fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom glow grace GREECE grove happy heart heaven Henry Hesiod hills JAMES THOMSON kind light maid matchless mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night Nut-brown Maid Nymph o'er passion peace plain pleas'd poison'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rove rural scene season shade shining sighs silvan smiles snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee THOMAS PARNELL Thomson thou thought thro toil trembling vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave wide wild winds wing woods youth
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Page 70 - 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 th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 54 - Father of light and life, Thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself ! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Page 47 - 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...
Page 45 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and higher still, the mind, The varied scene of quick-compounded thought, And where the mixing passions endless shift ; These ever open to my ravish'd eye ; A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust!
Page 36 - From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye. The hawthorn whitens ; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees, Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd In full luxuriance to the sighing gales ; Where the deer rustle through the twining brake, And the birds sing conceal'd.
Page 81 - Behold , fond Man ! . See here thy pictur'd life ; pass some few years , Thy flowering Spring , thy Summer's ardent strength , Thy sober Autumn fading into age , And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Page 7 - For home he had not: home is the resort Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where, Supporting and supported, polish'd friends And dear relations mingle into bliss.
Page 55 - Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want. The bleating kind Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad dispersed, Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow.
Page 101 - Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in ; Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead. Wild, sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes, He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,
Page 74 - With quicken'd step, Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.