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The Seasons, with the Life of the Author: To Which Are Added Hesiod, Or the ...
James Thomson,Thomas Parnell
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amid art thou beam beauteous beauty beneath blooming bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright calm charms chearful clouds crouds darting deep delight deluge dreadful earth Emma Emma's ether exalts fair fair brow fancy fate fear fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom glow grace Greece grove happy heart heaven Hesiod hills JAMES THOMSON kind light Lycurgus maid matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night Nut-brown Maid Nymph o'er passion peace plain pleas'd poison'd pride race rage rapture rills rise rocks roll round rove rural scene season shade shining sighs silvan smiles snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee THOMAS PARNELL Thomson thou thought thro toil trembling Twas Typhon vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave wild winds wing woods youth
Page 70 - 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 54 - Father of light and life, Thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself ! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Page 47 - 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 45 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and higher still, the mind, The varied scene of quick-compounded thought, And where the mixing passions endless shift ; These ever open to my ravish'd eye ; A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust!
Page 36 - From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye. The hawthorn whitens ; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees, Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd In full luxuriance to the sighing gales ; Where the deer rustle through the twining brake, And the birds sing conceal'd.
Page 81 - 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 137 - For home he had not: home is the resort Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where, Supporting and supported, polish'd friends And dear relations mingle into bliss.
Page 55 - Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want. The bleating kind Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad dispersed, Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow.
Page 101 - Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in ; Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead. Wild, sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes, He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,