The SeasonsT. Longman, 1793 - 272 Seiten |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amid beauty beneath beſt blaft bloom bluſhing bofom boundleſs breaſt breathes breeze clouds courſe deep defcends earth ether facred fafe fair brow fatire fave fecret fhade fhine fide filent fimple fing firft firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreſt foul fpirit ftill ftores ftorm ftream ftrong fuch funk fwain fwell gale gloom grace grove guife heart heaven hills himſelf laft laſt lefs loft luftre mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions pleaſure rage raiſe rife riſe round ruſhing ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhake ſhe ſheds ſhines ſhoot ſhore ſhower ſky ſmile ſpreads Spring ſtate ſtill ſweep ſwift tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe Thomſon thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſures vale vex'd virtue wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing wintry wiſdom woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 236 - ... they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Seite 271 - 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.
Seite 234 - 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 Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Seite 232 - 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...
Seite 43 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature.
Seite 261 - Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's * fate, As with first prow (what have not Britons dared!) He for the passage sought, attempted since So much in vain, and seeming to be shut By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
Seite 174 - Acasto's line ; and to my mind Recalls that patron of my happy life, From whom my liberal fortune took its rise; Now to the dust gone down ; his houses, lands, And once fair-spreading family, dissolved.
Seite 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Seite 102 - Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, Ere the soft fearful people to the flood Commit their woolly sides.
Seite 236 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.