 | Robert Burns - 1928 - 220 str.
...bursts out into the glorious enthusiasms of Thomson : These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee ; . . . and so on, in all the spirit and ardour of that charming hymn. These are no ideal pleasures... | |
 | James Chapman - 286 str.
...dispels the dark. Milton. 23. THE SEASONS, A HYMN. 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... | |
 | Jeremiah Bascom Reeves - 1924 - 396 str.
...Seasons ' ' with a ' ' Hymn. ' ' The first lines are : These as they change, Almighty Father ! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. It is a noble poem, but it is not the type of poetry that the hymn-book contains. Shenstone left no... | |
 | David Daiches - 1979 - 336 str.
...as the result of the benevolent contrivance of God: i These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring TKy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 str.
...the first book of The Seasons. A HYMN ON THE SEASONS 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 tendemess and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air... | |
 | G. Gabrielle Starr - 2004 - 318 str.
...his subject in the concluding "A Hymn on the Seasons," These, as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee . . . (11. 1-3) Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine, Deep-felt in these appear! a simple... | |
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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... 
