The seasons, Britannia, and The castle of indolenceMilner and Sowerby, 1862 |
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... Winds the whole work , and sidelong lays the glebe . While thro ' the neighb'ring fields the sower stalks , With measur'd step , and lib'ral throws the grain Into the faithful bosom of the ground , The harrow follows harsh , and shuts ...
... Winds the whole work , and sidelong lays the glebe . While thro ' the neighb'ring fields the sower stalks , With measur'd step , and lib'ral throws the grain Into the faithful bosom of the ground , The harrow follows harsh , and shuts ...
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... winds Blow not in vain . Far hence they keep repress'd These deep'ning clouds on clouds surcharg'd with That , o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne , [ rain , In endless train , would quench the summer blaze , And , cheerless , drown the ...
... winds Blow not in vain . Far hence they keep repress'd These deep'ning clouds on clouds surcharg'd with That , o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne , [ rain , In endless train , would quench the summer blaze , And , cheerless , drown the ...
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... winds , Innum'rous mix'd them with the nursing mould , The moist'ning current , and prolific rain . But who their virtues can declare ? who pierce , With vision pure , into these secret stores Of health , and life , and joy ? the food ...
... winds , Innum'rous mix'd them with the nursing mould , The moist'ning current , and prolific rain . But who their virtues can declare ? who pierce , With vision pure , into these secret stores Of health , and life , and joy ? the food ...
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... winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd manners , whence The fabling poets took their golden age , Are found no more amid these iron times , These dregs of life ! Now the ...
... winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd manners , whence The fabling poets took their golden age , Are found no more amid these iron times , These dregs of life ! Now the ...
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... winds , that now , in fluent dance And lively fermentation , mounting , spreads All this innumerous - colour'd scene of things . As , rising from the vegetable world , My theme ascends , with equal wing ascend , My panting muse ! And ...
... winds , that now , in fluent dance And lively fermentation , mounting , spreads All this innumerous - colour'd scene of things . As , rising from the vegetable world , My theme ascends , with equal wing ascend , My panting muse ! And ...
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amid Archimage beam beauty Behold beneath blast bliss bloom boundless breast breath breeze bright Britons calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight deluge descends earth ether ev'ry exalts fair fair brow faithless fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove heart heaven Hebrides herds hills Idless labour light luxury lyre matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains muse MUSIDORA nature nature's night nought numbers o'er passions peace Philomelus plain pleas'd poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rous'd rural scene shade shining shore sing sleep sloth smile snow soft song soul spread Spring storm stream stretch'd sunk swain sweet sweet oblivion swelling tempest tender thee thou thought thro thunder toil trembling vale vex'd virtue waste wave ween Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Page 179 - 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.
Page 182 - 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 182 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Page 154 - As thus the snows arise, and foul and fierce All Winter drives along the darken'd air, In his own loose-revolving fields the swain Disaster'd stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown, joyless brow ; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain ; Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray, Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home : the thoughts of home...
Page 180 - 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 45 - 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 156 - Distress. How many stand Around the Death-bed of their dearest Friends, And point the parting Anguish. Thought fond Man Of These, and all the thousand nameless Ills, That one incessant Struggle render Life, One Scene of Toil, of Suffering, and of Fate...
Page 178 - Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ; The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Page 90 - Now to the sister hills that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows. There let the feasted eye unwearied stray; Luxurious, there, rove through the pendent woods That nodding hang o'er Harrington's retreat...
Page 155 - Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land — unknown, What water — of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh...