The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. To which is Prefixed, An Account of His Life and Writings. In Two Volumes, Band 11763 |
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... are figured by the stages of man's life . The autumn was his favourite feason for poetical compofition ; and the deep filence of the night , the time he he commonly chose for such studies ; fo that he xvi THE LIFE OF.
... are figured by the stages of man's life . The autumn was his favourite feason for poetical compofition ; and the deep filence of the night , the time he he commonly chose for such studies ; fo that he xvi THE LIFE OF.
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... fairy valleys fade , Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view ! Yet once again , dear parted fhade , Meek Nature's child , again adieu ! Richmond church . X , The X. The genial meads affign'd to bless Thy life , ODE ON Mr THOMSON's DEATH XXI.
... fairy valleys fade , Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view ! Yet once again , dear parted fhade , Meek Nature's child , again adieu ! Richmond church . X , The X. The genial meads affign'd to bless Thy life , ODE ON Mr THOMSON's DEATH XXI.
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... night fucceeds , A foftened fhade , and faturated earth Awaits the morning - beam , to give to light , Rais'd thro ' ten thousand different plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely ...
... night fucceeds , A foftened fhade , and faturated earth Awaits the morning - beam , to give to light , Rais'd thro ' ten thousand different plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . Then spring the living herbs , profusely ...
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... night excel their day . The black - bird whistles from the thorny brake ; The mellow bulfinfh answers from the grove : Nor are the linnets , o'er the flowering furze Four'd out profufely , filent . Join'd to these Innumerous fongsters ...
... night excel their day . The black - bird whistles from the thorny brake ; The mellow bulfinfh answers from the grove : Nor are the linnets , o'er the flowering furze Four'd out profufely , filent . Join'd to these Innumerous fongsters ...
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... night ; and on the bough , Sole fitting , ftill at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable ftrain Of winding woe ; till , wide around , the woods Sigh to her fong , and with her wail refound . 725 But now the feather'd youth ...
... night ; and on the bough , Sole fitting , ftill at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable ftrain Of winding woe ; till , wide around , the woods Sigh to her fong , and with her wail refound . 725 But now the feather'd youth ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aether againſt amid behold beneath beſt bloom bluſh boaſt boundleſs breaſt breath BRITONS burſt chearful clouds croud deep defcends delight earth eaſe facred fafe fair fame fave feas fhade fhall fhining fhore filent fing firſt flame fleep flood fnows focial foft fome fong fons foul ftill fuch funk fweet fwelling gale gloom glory grace GREECE heart heaven himſelf infpiring juſt laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxury lyes mix'd moſt mountains Mufe Muſe muſt Nature's o'er paffions peace pleaſure pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reign rife riſe ROME round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſures tyrant vale virtue waſte wave whence whofe whoſe wild winds wiſdom
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 162 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Seite 39 - With eye attentive mark the springing game. Straight as above the surface of the flood They .wanton rise, or urged by hunger leap, Then fix, with gentle twitch, the barbed hook: Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, And to the shelving shore slow-dragging some, With various hand proportion'd to their force.
Seite 120 - Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun, Glanc'd just and sudden from the fowler's eye, O'ertakes their sounding pinions ; and again, Immediate, brings them from the towering wing, Dead to the ground ; or drives them wide-dispers'd, Wounded, and wheeling various, down the wind.
Seite 368 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Seite 138 - Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields ; And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race Their sunny robes resign. Even what remain'd Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree ; And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around The desolated prospect thrills the soul.
Seite 67 - Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, 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.
Seite 160 - 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.
Seite 58 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Seite 418 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part : Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Seite 103 - Against his own sad Breast to lift the hand Of impious Violence. The lonely Tower Is also shunn'd ; whose mournful Chambers hold, So night-struck Fancy dreams, the yelling Ghost. Among the crooked Lanes, on every Hedge, The Glow-Worm lights his Gem; and, thro' the Dark, A moving Radiance twinkles.