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Æneid æther amid aNtIStROPHE artsul beam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom breast breath Britons calm charm Circassia clouds deep delight drest earth ECLOGUE ELEGY Epaminondas Ev'n fair fame fancy fense flame flood foul gale Gaul genius gentle gloom glory grace Greece grove hand happy heart heaven hills join'd land Liberty light lov'd luxury lyre maid matchless mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace plain pomp pour'd pride prosuse race rage rais'd rapture reign resin'd rife Rome round sacred scene shade shine shore sields sierce sinart sing sinile sire sirm sirst soft song sons soul spirit spread Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling tear tempest tender tender song thee Theocritus thine thou thought toil train trembling tyrant vale virtue waste wave whence wild winds wintery youth
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 5 - Be gracious, Heaven! for now laborious man Has done his part. Ye fostering breezes, blow ! Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend ! And .temper all, thou world-reviving sun, Into the perfect year...
Page 261 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 51 - But one the lofty follower of the sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray.
Page 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...
Page 194 - tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full...
Page 161 - Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.