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amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blast blaze bloom boundless breast breathes breeze charm clouds deep delight deluge descends dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fame fancy fense flame fleep flocks flood foul fubject fuch fudden funk gale genius gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven hills insinite JAMES THOMSON light lustre Lycurgus matchless maze mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp rage rapture rife rills rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shining sields sierce silvan sire sirm sirst smile snow soft song soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swell swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thro thunder toil tragic Muse treafures Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
第 236 頁 - ... 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.
第 234 頁 - 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.
第 232 頁 - 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...
第 43 頁 - 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.
第 261 頁 - 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.
第 174 頁 - 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.
第 82 頁 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
第 102 頁 - 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.