The British poets, including translations, Volumen431822 |
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... thee . And see where surly WINTER passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and quit the howling hill , The shatter'd forest , and the ravaged vale ; While softer gales succeed , at whose kind ...
... thee . And see where surly WINTER passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey , and quit the howling hill , The shatter'd forest , and the ravaged vale ; While softer gales succeed , at whose kind ...
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... thee , gay green ! Thou smiling Nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells With growing strength , and ever - new delight . From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill , Led by the breeze , the vivid ...
... thee , gay green ! Thou smiling Nature's universal robe ! United light and shade ! where the sight dwells With growing strength , and ever - new delight . From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill , Led by the breeze , the vivid ...
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... , thy showery prism ; And to the sage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of light , by thee disclosed From the white mingling maze . Not so the boy ; He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , SPRING . 27.
... , thy showery prism ; And to the sage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of light , by thee disclosed From the white mingling maze . Not so the boy ; He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful , SPRING . 27.
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... Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts , Continual , climb ; who , with a master - hand , Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd . By Thee the various vegetative tribes , Wrapp'd in a filmy net , and clad with leaves , Draw ...
... Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts , Continual , climb ; who , with a master - hand , Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd . By Thee the various vegetative tribes , Wrapp'd in a filmy net , and clad with leaves , Draw ...
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... thee , and thy soft scenes , The Smiling God is seen ; while water , earth , And air , attest his bounty ; which exalts The brute - creation to this finer thought , And annual melts their undesigning hearts Profusely thus in tenderness ...
... thee , and thy soft scenes , The Smiling God is seen ; while water , earth , And air , attest his bounty ; which exalts The brute - creation to this finer thought , And annual melts their undesigning hearts Profusely thus in tenderness ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aaron Hill aërial amid beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight E'en earth ether etherial fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood forest gale gentle gloom 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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Página 186 - 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.
Página 221 - 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.
Página 188 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, '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.
Página 194 - 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.
Página 149 - Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap : These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove, Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams, And hum of bees...
Página 170 - 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.
Página 17 - Seasons" wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses.
Página 40 - Nature's great command may be obey'd : Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive Indulged in vain. Some to the holly-hedge NestKng repair, and to the thicket some; Some to the rude protection of the thorn Commit their feeble offspring. The cleft tree Offers its kind concealment to a few, Their food its insects, and its moss their nests. Others apart far in the grassy dale, Or roughening waste, their humble texture weave...
Página 185 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful thou ! with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime , thou bidst the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Página 99 - Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays!