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Términos y frases comunes
amid bank beam beauty beneath bloom breathes breeze bright charm circling clouds comes dark death deep defcends delight earth ether fair fall fancy fate fear feels fhades fields fierce fire fits flame flocks flood flow fnow foft fome fong fons force foul founding ftill ftorm ftream fuch fwell give gloom grace grove hand happy head heard heart heaven Hence hills human kind land light lively loft look mind mingled morn mountains Mufe Nature Nature's night o'er once paffions peace plain pride pure race rage rife river rocks roll round rural ſcene ſky ſpreads Spring thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro till toil train turn vale various virtue voice walk wander wave whofe whole whoſe wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 230 - ... 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.
Página 265 - 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.
Página 228 - 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.
Página 226 - 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...
Página 39 - 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.
Página 255 - 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.
Página 168 - 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.
Página 79 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Página 98 - 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.
Página 230 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Seasons |
| Autores | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch |
| Editor | T. Longman, 1793 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 26 Feb. 2008 |
| Largo | 272 páginas |
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