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amid bank beam beauty beneath blaze bloom breast breath breeze bright circling clouds comes dark death deep delight descends earth fair fall fancy fear feels fields fierce fire flame flocks flood force forest gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heard heart heaven Hence hills human kind land light lively look lost mind mingled morn mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er once passions peace plain pride pure race rage raise retired rise river rocks roll round rural scarce scene season shade shake shining sits smile snow soft song soul sounding spirit spread Spring stand storm stream Summer sweep sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee thou thought thousand toil train turn vale various virtue voice walk wander waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Page 152 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose sun exalts, Whose...
Page 152 - 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 152 - Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.
Page 90 - Palemon's fields. The pride of swains Palemon was, the generous and the rich ; Who led the rural life in all its joy And elegance, such as Arcadian song Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ; When tyrant custom had not shackled man, But free to follow Nature was the mode.
Page 3 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Page 121 - 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 144 - Their rein-deer form their riches. These, their tents, Their robes, their beds, and all their homely wealth Supply, their wholesome fare, and cheerful cups Obsequious at their call, the docile tribe Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them swift O'er hill and dale, heap'd into one expanse Of marbled snow, as far as eye can sweep, With a blue crust of ice unbounded glaz'd.
Page 45 - They spread the breathing harvest to the sun That throws refreshful round a rural smell ; Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay : while, heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee.
Page 153 - 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. The thunder rolls! be hush'd the prostrate world! While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn.
Page 128 - 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...