The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the British poets [ed. by S.J. Pratt].1808 |
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עמוד 9
... look'd smiling on . Clear shone the skies , cool'd with eternal gales , And balmy spirit all . The youthful sun Shot his best rays , and still the gracious clouds Dropp'd fatness down ; as o'er the swelling mead , The herds and flocks ...
... look'd smiling on . Clear shone the skies , cool'd with eternal gales , And balmy spirit all . The youthful sun Shot his best rays , and still the gracious clouds Dropp'd fatness down ; as o'er the swelling mead , The herds and flocks ...
עמוד 21
... look abroad On nature's common , far as they can sce Or wing , their range and pasture . O'er the boughs Dancing about , still at the giddy verge Their resolution fails ; their pinions still , In loose vibration stretch'd , to trust the ...
... look abroad On nature's common , far as they can sce Or wing , their range and pasture . O'er the boughs Dancing about , still at the giddy verge Their resolution fails ; their pinions still , In loose vibration stretch'd , to trust the ...
עמוד 25
... thy walk , With soul to thine attun'd . Then nature all Wears to the lover's eye a look of love ; And all the tumult of a guilty world , VOL . IV . C Tost by ungenerous passions , sinks away . The tender THE SEASONS . 25.
... thy walk , With soul to thine attun'd . Then nature all Wears to the lover's eye a look of love ; And all the tumult of a guilty world , VOL . IV . C Tost by ungenerous passions , sinks away . The tender THE SEASONS . 25.
עמוד 26
... look , Downcast , and low , in meek submission drest , But full of guile . Let not the fervent tongue , Prompt to deceive , with adulation smooth , Gain on your purpos'd will . Nor in the bower , Where woodbines flaunt , and roses shed ...
... look , Downcast , and low , in meek submission drest , But full of guile . Let not the fervent tongue , Prompt to deceive , with adulation smooth , Gain on your purpos'd will . Nor in the bower , Where woodbines flaunt , and roses shed ...
עמוד 30
... look Or on the mind , or mind - illumin'd face ; Truth , goodness , honour , harmony , and love , The richest bounty of indulgent heaven . Meantime a smiling offspring rises round , And mingles both their graces . By degrees , The human ...
... look Or on the mind , or mind - illumin'd face ; Truth , goodness , honour , harmony , and love , The richest bounty of indulgent heaven . Meantime a smiling offspring rises round , And mingles both their graces . By degrees , The human ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
amid art thou bard beams beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk Castle of Indolence charms Circassia clouds death deep delight divine earth eternal ethereal Ev'n fair fame fancy fate fear flame flood flowers gale genius gentle gloom glory glow grace Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart heaven hills hour labour light lov'd lyre maid mind morn mountains muse Musidora Naiads nature nature's night numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poison'd pomp praise pride rage rapture rills rise round sacred scene shade shine sighs skies smiles smiling band soft song soul spring storm strain stream sublime swain sweet swell tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought toil Twas vale vex'd virtue wave wild winds wing wisdom wonder woods wretch Yarrow youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 31 - 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 the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
עמוד 434 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
עמוד 253 - Or find some ruin 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.
עמוד 138 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales, Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
עמוד 139 - Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, 476 THOMSON.
עמוד 259 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
עמוד 137 - Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life, In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, Confounded in the dust, adore that Power, And Wisdom oft arraign'd...
עמוד 252 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
עמוד 159 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
עמוד 117 - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of th...