The SeasonsThomas A. Ronalds, 1813 - 168 pages |
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... bliss ; save the sweet pain , That , inly thrilling , but exalts it more . Nor yet injurious act , nor surly deed , Was known among these happy sons of heaven ; For reason and benevolence were law . Harmonious Nature too look'd smiling ...
... bliss ; save the sweet pain , That , inly thrilling , but exalts it more . Nor yet injurious act , nor surly deed , Was known among these happy sons of heaven ; For reason and benevolence were law . Harmonious Nature too look'd smiling ...
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... bliss Spring o'er his mind , beyond the power of kings To purchase Pure serenity apace Induces thought , and contemplation still . By swift degrees the love of Nature works , And warms the bosom ; till at last sublimed To rapture , and ...
... bliss Spring o'er his mind , beyond the power of kings To purchase Pure serenity apace Induces thought , and contemplation still . By swift degrees the love of Nature works , And warms the bosom ; till at last sublimed To rapture , and ...
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... bliss , Still paints th ' illusive form ; the kindling grace ; Th ' enticing smile ; the modest - seeming eye , Beneath whose beauteous beams , belying heaven , Lurk searchless cunning , cruelty , and death : And still false - warbling ...
... bliss , Still paints th ' illusive form ; the kindling grace ; Th ' enticing smile ; the modest - seeming eye , Beneath whose beauteous beams , belying heaven , Lurk searchless cunning , cruelty , and death : And still false - warbling ...
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... bliss secure . Let him , ungenerous , who , alone intent To bless himself , from sordid parents buys The loathing virgin , in eternal care , Well - merited , consume his nights and days . Let barbarous nations , whose inhuman love Is ...
... bliss secure . Let him , ungenerous , who , alone intent To bless himself , from sordid parents buys The loathing virgin , in eternal care , Well - merited , consume his nights and days . Let barbarous nations , whose inhuman love Is ...
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... bliss , All various nature pressing on the heart : An elegant sufficiency , content , Retirement , rural quiet , friendship , books , Ease and alternate labour , useful life , Progressive virtue , and approving Heaven . These are the ...
... bliss , All various nature pressing on the heart : An elegant sufficiency , content , Retirement , rural quiet , friendship , books , Ease and alternate labour , useful life , Progressive virtue , and approving Heaven . These are the ...
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Aaron Hill amid art thou Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze clouds dark deep delight deluge descends diffused Doddington dreadful earth ether exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON kind light luxury matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain pomp pride race rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rural SAMUEL JOHNSON scene season shade shake shines shoot Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil tragic Muse Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods youth
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Page 167 - 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 50 - For the kind hand of an assiduous care. 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 th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 166 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee marks not the mighty Hand ; That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; 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.
Page 167 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the groves; and, when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds, sweet Philomela ! charm The listening shades, and teach the night...
Page 163 - Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life ? All now are vanished!
Page 55 - 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.
Page 165 - 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 bid'st the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Page 145 - Ah little think they, while 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 ! how many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man.
Page 165 - Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Page 55 - Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round Of thirty years ; to Mercury, whose disk Can scarce be caught by philosophic eye, Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze.