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... rage , and now shut up Within his iron cave , the effusive south Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ether ...
... rage , and now shut up Within his iron cave , the effusive south Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce staining ether ...
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... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swelled in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps and cold autumnal fogs Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the sport ...
... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms Swelled in the sky , and sent the lightning forth ; While sickly damps and cold autumnal fogs Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the sport ...
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... rage ; Till , floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandoned , to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 435 440 Thus pass the temperate hours ; but when the sun Shakes from his noon - day throne the ...
... rage ; Till , floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandoned , to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 435 440 Thus pass the temperate hours ; but when the sun Shakes from his noon - day throne the ...
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... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seized in every nerve , 800 805 Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but , tossing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains ...
... rage . The trembling steed , With this hot impulse seized in every nerve , 800 805 Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the sounding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but , tossing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains ...
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... rage , Britannia's weal , -how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . 910 915 920 925 930 Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The muses charm , while with sure taste refined You draw the ...
... rage , Britannia's weal , -how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . 910 915 920 925 930 Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The muses charm , while with sure taste refined You draw the ...
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Aaron Hill Æneid Allan Ramsay amid Autumn beauty beneath blank verse breath Burns Canto Castle of Indolence charm cheerful clouds Comus death deep delight earlier editions earlier text earth edition of 1738 Ednam ethereal Faerie Queene fair fame fancy flame flocks flood friends gentle Georgic gloom grace groves Hagley Park heart heaven heroic couplet hills infant beds labour light lines living Lord Lost Lyttelton Malloch Milton mind mountains muse Musidora nature Nature's night Note o'er passage passion peace Philomela plain poem poet poetical poetry pours rage reference rise round rural scene Scotland Seasons shade shining sing smile snow soft song soul Southdean spirit Spring stanza storm stream Summer supra swain sweet swelling tempest thee Thomson thou thought toil vale verse virtue wave wild wind wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Page 274 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 260 - Stand, never overlooked, our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds ; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear ; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Page 183 - 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.
Page 104 - 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...
Page 249 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 62 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 185 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams; Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam his praise.
Page 186 - 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.
Page 153 - SEE, WINTER comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; Vapours and Clouds and Storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms, Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Page 161 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; Nor friends, nor sacred home.