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Usagi Yojimbo is a superb graphic novel series featuring a wandering, master-less samurai (or ronin) in feudal Japan. The fact that the samurai is a rabbit in a feudal Japan populated by anamorphic ... Přečíst celou recenzi
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amid Apennine art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright clouds conceal’d dark darting deep delight deluge descends diffused dreadful E’en earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle glebe gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills Lapland light lustre Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mix'd mountains Muse naiads Nature Nature's night o'er Palemon passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar robe rocks roll round rural scene season shade shake shining shoot silvan smile snow soft soften’d song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweep sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thunder toil Typhon vale vex'd virtue walks wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wrapp'd youth
Strana 152 - 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 ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose sun exalts, Whose...
Strana 152 - Works in the secret deep, shoots steaming thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring, Flings from the sun direct the flaming day, Feeds every creature, hurls the tempest forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Strana 152 - Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.
Strana 90 - Palemon's fields. The pride of swains Palemon was, the generous and the rich ; Who led the rural life in all its joy And elegance, such as Arcadian song Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ; When tyrant custom had not shackled man, But free to follow Nature was the mode.
Strana 3 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Strana 121 - 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...
Strana 144 - Their rein-deer form their riches. These, their tents, Their robes, their beds, and all their homely wealth Supply, their wholesome fare, and cheerful cups Obsequious at their call, the docile tribe Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them swift O'er hill and dale, heap'd into one expanse Of marbled snow, as far as eye can sweep, With a blue crust of ice unbounded glaz'd.
Strana 45 - They spread the breathing harvest to the sun That throws refreshful round a rural smell ; Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay : while, heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee.
Strana 153 - 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. The thunder rolls! be hush'd the prostrate world! While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn.
Strana 128 - As thus the snows arise ; and foul, and fierce, All Winter drives along the darken'd air; In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, 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...