 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...  The Seasons - Strana 327autor/autoři: James Thomson - 1856 - 335 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1828 - 574 str.
...how they grow; and say, " Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flower?, In mingled cloud to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." I remain, Sir, &c. September, 1828. JAMES HOUSMAN. AET. VII. Remarks and Observations made during a... | |
 | 1828 - 568 str.
...how they grow ; and say, " Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled cloud to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." I remain, Sic, &c. September, 1828. JAMES HOUSMAN. ART. VII. Remarks and Observations made during a... | |
 | William Scott - 1829 - 420 str.
...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,...him—- Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, . As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. .-. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious... | |
 | Thomas Dick - 1829 - 414 str.
...short of Omnipotence could have provided such a paradise for man." — Chemical Catechism, chap. 9. " Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun --suits, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." THOMSON. What an admirable view is here... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 str.
...clondsto him, whuse son exalts, Whuse hreath perfumes yon, and whuse pen. cil paints. Ye forests, hend; ye harvests, wave to him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes heneath the joyous moon. Great souree of day ! hest image here helow Of thy Creator,... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 str.
...; whose greater voice Or hids yon roar, or hids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herhs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him, whose sun exalts, Whose hreath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints, Ye forests, hend, ye harvests, wave to him ; Breathe... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 str.
...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,...; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch iu heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious... | |
 | 1830 - 612 str.
...mingled blossoms. Such a prospect must excite sentiments not merely of admiration, but of gratitude : " Soft roll your incense herbs and fruits and flowers,...Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." Tbti gorgeous show is succeeded from the end of July to October, by the gradual ripening of the different... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - 350 str.
...wisdom, beauty, and harmony become manifest ; and while we admire, it is impossible not to adore. " Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,...Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints !" QUESTIONS.— 1. What is Botany ? 2. Why is the study of t his science not a trifling employment... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 str.
...thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. , and a'. The bride came ont о' the byre, And, oh,...'in to lie innrricd the night, And have neitlier bla painte. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart,... | |
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