The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... ...... Page THE SEASONS . Spring .. 21 Summer Autumn .. Winter ........ Hymn ........... 56 113 ....... 155 189 Castle of Indolence , Canto I ......... 197 Canto II ... A Nuptial Song 224 251 THE LIFE OF JAMES THOMSON . BY DR . JOHNSON.
... ...... Page THE SEASONS . Spring .. 21 Summer Autumn .. Winter ........ Hymn ........... 56 113 ....... 155 189 Castle of Indolence , Canto I ......... 197 Canto II ... A Nuptial Song 224 251 THE LIFE OF JAMES THOMSON . BY DR . JOHNSON.
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... Spring ' was published next year , with a dedi- cation to the Countess of Hertford ; whose practice it was to invite every summer some poet into the country , to hear her verses , and assist her studies . This honour was one summer ...
... Spring ' was published next year , with a dedi- cation to the Countess of Hertford ; whose practice it was to invite every summer some poet into the country , to hear her verses , and assist her studies . This honour was one summer ...
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... Spring , the splendour of Summer , the tranquillity of Autumn , and the horror of Winter , take in their turns possession of the mind . The poet leads us through the appearances of things as they are suc- cessively varied by the ...
... Spring , the splendour of Summer , the tranquillity of Autumn , and the horror of Winter , take in their turns possession of the mind . The poet leads us through the appearances of things as they are suc- cessively varied by the ...
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... said by Lord Lyttelton , in the Prologue to his posthumous play , that his works contained ' No line which , dying , he could wish to blot ! ' THE SEASONS . SPRING . Argument . The subject proposed 18 THE LIFE OF THOMSON .
... said by Lord Lyttelton , in the Prologue to his posthumous play , that his works contained ' No line which , dying , he could wish to blot ! ' THE SEASONS . SPRING . Argument . The subject proposed 18 THE LIFE OF THOMSON .
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Aaron Hill amid beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm clouds deep delight E'en earth ether fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom glow grace Greece grove Hagley Park happy heart Heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON labour light lived luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rural scene season shade shining sigh silvan sleep smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil trembling vale vex'd virtue waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Strona 190 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; 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.
Strona 225 - 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.
Strona 190 - Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the Sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth ; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves. With transport touches all the springs of life.
Strona 198 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Strona 17 - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet; the eye that distinguishes, in every thing presented to its view, whatever there is on which imagination can delight to be detained, and with a mind that at once comprehends the vast, and attends to the minute.
Strona 163 - Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want. The bleating kind Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad dispersed, Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow.
Strona 34 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode;* And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Strona 174 - We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes Of frolic fancy ; and incessant form Those rapid pictures, that assembled train Of fleet ideas, never join'd before, Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise ; Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself, Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve.
Strona 190 - Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake the astonished world, lift high to heaven The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.
Strona 164 - Smoothed up with snow ; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.