The Seasons: By James ThomsonJohn Shweighauser, 1769 - Počet stran: 180 |
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afcending aftonish'd amid beam beauty beneath blaft blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaft breathes breeze chearful clouds croud deep defcend diftant earth ether facred fafe fair fair brow fave fcene feafon fecret fenfe filent fimple fing firft flame flocks flood fmiles fnow foaring focial foft foftening folemn fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit froft ftand ftill ftores ftorm ftream ftrong fuch fudden funk fwain fweep fweet fwelling fwift gale gloom grove heart heaven hills JAMES THOMSON laft lefs loft luftre mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Nature Nature's night o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure rage rife rocks rofe roll round rous'd ſcarce ſcene shade shining ſpreads Spring ſtill tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſures vaft vale wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wide wifdom wild winds wing Winter wintry woods دو
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Strana 163 - 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.
Strana 40 - O'ercharged, amid the kind oppression roll. Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, They spread their breathing harvest to the sun, That throws refreshful round a rural smell...
Strana 139 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Strana 163 - 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. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Strana 163 - 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.
Strana 161 - Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! horror wide extends .His desolate domain.
Strana 115 - Thy country feels through her reviving arts, Plann'd by thy wisdom, by thy soul inform'd; And seldom has she known a friend like thee. But see the fading many-colour'd woods, Shade deepening over shade, the country round Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, Of every hue, from wan declining green To sooty dark.
Strana 21 - And snatch'd o'er hill and dale, and wood and lawn. And verdant field, and darkening heath between, And villages embosom'd soft in trees, And spiry towns by surging columns mark'd Of household smoke, your eye excursive roams...
Strana 165 - 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.
Strana 136 - Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.