The seasons, Britannia, and The castle of indolenceMilner and Sowerby, 1862 |
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... snow , and bitter - breathing frost . Then to the shelter of the hut he fled , And the wild season , sordid , pin'd away ; For home he had not : home is the resort Of love , of joy , of peace , and plenty , where , Supporting and ...
... snow , and bitter - breathing frost . Then to the shelter of the hut he fled , And the wild season , sordid , pin'd away ; For home he had not : home is the resort Of love , of joy , of peace , and plenty , where , Supporting and ...
Strona 111
... snow . The modest virtues mingled in her eyes , Still on the ground dejected , darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers ; Or , when the mournful tale her mother told , Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once , Thrill ...
... snow . The modest virtues mingled in her eyes , Still on the ground dejected , darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers ; Or , when the mournful tale her mother told , Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once , Thrill ...
Strona 135
... snow , To form the lucid lawn ; with venturous oar How to dash wide the billow , nor look on , Shamefully passive , while Batavian fleets Defraud us of the glittering finny swarms That heave our friths , and crowd upon our shores ; How ...
... snow , To form the lucid lawn ; with venturous oar How to dash wide the billow , nor look on , Shamefully passive , while Batavian fleets Defraud us of the glittering finny swarms That heave our friths , and crowd upon our shores ; How ...
Strona 152
... Snow . The driving of the snows ; a man perishing among them ; whence reflections on the wants and miseries of human life . The wolves descending from the Alps and Appenines . A winter evening describ ed : as spent by philosophers ; by ...
... Snow . The driving of the snows ; a man perishing among them ; whence reflections on the wants and miseries of human life . The wolves descending from the Alps and Appenines . A winter evening describ ed : as spent by philosophers ; by ...
Strona 160
... snow congeal'd . Heavy they roll their fleecy world along ; And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm . Through the hush'd air the whitening shower de scends , At first thin - wavering , till at last the flakes Fall broad , and wide ...
... snow congeal'd . Heavy they roll their fleecy world along ; And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm . Through the hush'd air the whitening shower de scends , At first thin - wavering , till at last the flakes Fall broad , and wide ...
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
amid Archimage beam beauty Behold beneath blast bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright Britons calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight deluge descends earth ether ev'ry exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove heart heaven Hebrides herds hills Idless labour light luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains muse MUSIDORA nature nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain pleas'd poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rous'd rural scene shade shining shore sing sleep sloth smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sunk swain sweet sweet oblivion swelling tempest tender thee thou thought thro 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 179 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these 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.
Strona 182 - 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.
Strona 182 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Strona 154 - As thus the snows arise, and foul and fierce All Winter drives along the darken'd air, In his own loose-revolving fields the swain Disaster'd stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown, joyless brow ; and other scenes, 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...
Strona 180 - 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 45 - But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
Strona 156 - Distress. How many stand Around the Death-bed of their dearest Friends, And point the parting Anguish. Thought fond Man Of These, and all the thousand nameless Ills, That one incessant Struggle render Life, One Scene of Toil, of Suffering, and of Fate...
Strona 178 - Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ; The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Strona 90 - Now to the sister hills that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows. There let the feasted eye unwearied stray; Luxurious, there, rove through the pendent woods That nodding hang o'er Harrington's retreat...
Strona 155 - Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land — unknown, What water — of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh...