The British Poets: Including Translations ...
C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry
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amid beam beauty beneath bloom breast breath bright calm clouds comes dark death deep delight E'en earth fair fall fancy fear fields fire flame flocks flood force forest friends gale gentle gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heard heart Heaven hills human kind labour land light lived look lost luxury mind mingled morn mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er once passions peace plain pleasing pride pure race rage raise rise rocks roll round scene season sense shade shining sleep smile snow soft song soul sounding spirit spread Spring storm stream Summer sweet swelling tender thee Thomson thou thought thousand till toil train turn vale various virtue walks wandering waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
Page 190 - 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.
Page 225 - 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.
Page 190 - 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 198 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Page 17 - He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet; the eye that distinguishes, in every thing presented to its view, whatever there is on which imagination can delight to be detained, and with a mind that at once comprehends the vast, and attends to the minute.
Page 163 - 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 34 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode;* And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Page 174 - We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes Of frolic fancy ; and incessant form Those rapid pictures, that assembled train Of fleet ideas, never join'd before, Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise ; Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself, Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve.
Page 190 - Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake the astonished world, lift high to heaven The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.
Page 164 - Smoothed up with snow ; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.