Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, 第 6 卷John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 頁 |
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... lost , The mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless : so that ...
... lost , The mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless : so that ...
第 8 頁
... lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refin'd . In ancient times , the sacred plough employ'd The kings , and aweful ...
... lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refin'd . In ancient times , the sacred plough employ'd The kings , and aweful ...
第 15 頁
... lost that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within : the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and reason , half extinct , Or impotent , or else approving , sees The foul ...
... lost that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within : the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and reason , half extinct , Or impotent , or else approving , sees The foul ...
第 21 頁
... lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wandering images of things , Soothe every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not ...
... lost in lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wandering images of things , Soothe every gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not ...
第 28 頁
... plumage dull , Ragged , and all its brightening lustre lost ; Nor is that sprightly wildness in their notes , Which , clear and vigorous , warbles from the beech . O then , ye friends of love and love - 28 SPRING THOMSON .
... plumage dull , Ragged , and all its brightening lustre lost ; Nor is that sprightly wildness in their notes , Which , clear and vigorous , warbles from the beech . O then , ye friends of love and love - 28 SPRING THOMSON .
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amid arts Athens beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath breeze bright Britons calm Castle of Indolence charm clouds dark deep delight dreadful Earth Epaminondas ether Ev'n exalted fair fair brow fierce fir'd flame flocks flood gale Gaul genius gloom glory grace Greece grove hand happy heart Heaven Hence hills horrour Idless Isthmian games labour land Liberty light luxury matchless mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd pomp pour'd pride race rage rais'd rapture reign rills rise Rome round rous'd sacred scene seas shade shine shore Silures smile snow soft song soul spirit spread Spring storm stream swain sweet swell'd swelling tempest tender thee thence thou thunder toil train trembling tyrant vale vex'd virtue waste wave whence wild winds wing Winter woods wretch
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第 213 頁 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
第 184 頁 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. — But I lose Myself in Him, in Light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive silence, muse his praise -17 CO.] THOMSON.
第 184 頁 - tis nought to me: Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes there must be joy.
第 180 頁 - In starving solitude ; while Luxury, In palaces, lay straining her low thought, To form unreal wants : why heaven-born Truth, And Moderation fair, wore the red' marks Of Superstition's scourge : why licens'd Pain, That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, Imbitter'd all our bliss.
第 183 頁 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands, all awake; a boundless song Burst from the groves; and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
第 180 頁 - 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 ; the forest smiles : And every sense and every heart is joy.
第 41 頁 - Oh, speak the joy ! ye, whom the sudden tear Surprises often, while you look around, And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss, All various Nature pressing on the heart : An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven ! These are the matchless joys of virtuous love , And thus their moments fly.
第 179 頁 - Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength. Thy sober autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life?
第 153 頁 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts 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.
第 156 頁 - 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. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.