The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen48,Página 1H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... woods , Or ruftling turn the many twinkling leaves Of afpin tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffus'd In glaily breadth , feem through delufive lapfe Forgetful Forgetful of their course . ' Tis filence all , 8 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... woods , Or ruftling turn the many twinkling leaves Of afpin tall . Th ' uncurling floods , diffus'd In glaily breadth , feem through delufive lapfe Forgetful Forgetful of their course . ' Tis filence all , 8 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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... woods ; their very mufic wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increas'd , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows refponfive from the vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd zephyr springs . Mean time ...
... woods ; their very mufic wakes , Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increas'd , the distant bleatings of the hills , And hollow lows refponfive from the vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd zephyr springs . Mean time ...
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... wood , The glaring lion faw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he join'd his fullen joy . For mufic held the whole in perfect peace : Soft figh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands ...
... wood , The glaring lion faw , his horrid heart Was meeken'd , and he join'd his fullen joy . For mufic held the whole in perfect peace : Soft figh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands ...
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... : Or by the vocal woods and waters lull'd , And loft in lonely mufing , in the dream , Confus'd , of carelefs folitude , where mix 455 Ten 460 Ten thousand wandering images of things , Soothe every 18 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... : Or by the vocal woods and waters lull'd , And loft in lonely mufing , in the dream , Confus'd , of carelefs folitude , where mix 455 Ten 460 Ten thousand wandering images of things , Soothe every 18 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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... woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim . Lend me your fong , ye nightingales ! oh ! pour The mazy - running foul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , 575 From the first note the hollow cuckoo fings , The fymphony of ...
... woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim . Lend me your fong , ye nightingales ! oh ! pour The mazy - running foul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , 575 From the first note the hollow cuckoo fings , The fymphony of ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Volumen48,Página 1 Samuel Johnson Vista completa - 1779 |
Términos y frases comunes
æther amid beam beauty beneath blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze calm chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fave fcene fecret fenfe fhades fhines fide figh filent fing firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnows focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul ftill fuch fudden funk fwain fweet fwell gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt loft mind mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace penfive plain pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rife riſe round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſpirit ſpread Spring ſtand ſtate ſteep ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſweep tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale vex'd virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods
Pasajes populares
Página 191 - 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. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Página 226 - 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 200 - Full in the passage of the vale, above, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move, As Idless fancied in her dreaming mood. And up the hills, on either side, a wood Of blackening pines, ay waving to and fro, 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 66 - Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Their lighter glories blend.
Página 164 - 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 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Página 193 - At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn; in swarming cities vast, Assembled men, to the deep organ join The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, At solemn pauses, through the swelling bass; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardour rise to heaven. Or, if you rather choose the rural...
Página 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Página 164 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 193 - 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.