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amid beauty beneath breath bright calm charm clouds comes dark death deep delight descends E'en earth fair fall fancy fear feels fields fire flame flocks flood gale gentle gives gloom grace groves hand happy head heard heart Heaven hills hope human kind labour land light lively look lost mind mingled morn mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er once peace plain pleasing poet race rage raise rise rocks roll round says scene season sense shade shining side silent sleep smile snow soft song soul sounding spirit spreads Spring stand storm stream Summer sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thousand till toil train turn vale various virtue walk wander waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Page 244 - 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.
Page lix - In vain for him the' 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.
Page 209 - 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. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...
Page lvii - 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...
Page lx - Behold, fond Man! See here thy pictur'd life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, ' Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Page li - With quicken'd step, Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Page 218 - Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, The swarming songsters of the careless grove, Ten thousand throats, that, from the flowering thorn, Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love...
Page 211 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, and wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey ; there, with new powers, will rising wonders sing : I cannot go where Universal Love not smiles around, sustaining all yon orbs and all their sons; from seeming Evil still educing Good, and Better thence again, and Better still, in infinite progression.
Page 210 - 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 His praise.