The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen 48Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Términos y frases comunes
æther amid beam beauty beneath beſt blaft blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth Ev'n facred fafe fair fame favage fave fcene feafon fecret fenfe fhade fhines fhore fide figh filent filk fing firſt fkies flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit ftill ftores ftorm ftream fuch fudden funk fwain fweet fwelling gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills laſt lefs loft mingled mix'd moffy mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions peace Philomelus plain pleaſing pleaſure Pour'd rage raiſe rife round ſcene ſhe ſky ſpread Spring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtorm tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſures vaft vale vex'd virtue wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods
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Página 189 - HESE, as they change, Almighty Father, thefe, -*- Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleafing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tendernefs and love. Wide flufh the fields; the foftening air is balm ; "5 Echo the mountains round; the foreft
Página 224 - III. I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace; You cannot fhut the windows of the fky, Through which Aurora fhews her brightening face ; You cannot bar my conftant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living
Página 40 - mo Whom gentler ftars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarfer tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itfelf, 1115 Attuning all their paffions into love; Where friendfhip full-exerts her fofteft power,
Página 191 - Great fo'urce of day ! beft image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam His praife. The thunder rolls : be hufh'd the proftrate world; 70 While cloud to cloud returns the folemn hymn. Bleat out afrem, ye hills : ye mofly rocks, Retain the found : the
Página 186 - all this dreary labyrinth of fate. 'Tis done! dread Winter fpreads his lateft glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. 1025 How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His defolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy piftur'd life; pafs fome few years, Thy flowering
Página 155 - Calm, fluggifh, filent; till again, conftrain'd Between two meeting hills, it burfts away, Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid ftream; There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep, It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders through. Nature! great parent! whofe unceafing hand Rolls round the feafons of the changeful year, How mighty, how
Página 207 - XXX. As when a fhepherd of the Hebrid-Ifles, Plac'd far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles; Or that aerial beings fometimes deign To ftand embodied, to our fenfes plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilft in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vaft
Página 6 - where the fight dwells With growing ftrength, and ever-new delight. 85 From the moift meadow to the wither'd hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And fwells, and deepens, to the cherim'd eye. The hawthorn whitens; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees, 90 Till the whole leafy foreft
Página 26 - amid the diftant woods, 680 Suftain'd alone by providential Heaven, Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, Check their own appetites, and give them all. Nor toil alone they fcorn : exalting love, By the great Father of the Spring infpir'd, 685 Gives inftant courage to the fearful race, And to the fimple art.
Página 198 - a lulling murmur made. IV. Join'd to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the diftant hills, And vacant fhepherds piping in the dale : And now and then fweet Philomel would wail, Or