amid AUTUMN beam beauty beneath bloom breast breath breeze bright circling clouds comes dark death deep delight descends E'en earth ether fair fall fancy fear feels fields flame flocks flood force give 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 rise river rocks roll round rural scarce scene season sense shade shake shine sits smile snow soft song soul sounding spirit spreads Spring storm stream SUMMER sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thousand till toil train turn vale various virtue voice walk waste wave whole wide wild winds wing Winter wonders woods youth
Page 217 - 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 32 - From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye. The hawthorn whitens; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees, Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd In full luxuriance to the sighing gales; Where the deer rustle through the twining brake, And the birds sing conceal'd.
Page 219 - Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the, groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Page 73 - Falsely luxurious ! will not man awake ; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song ? For is there aught in sleep can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life ; Total extinction of the...
Page 137 - Raised the strong crane ; choked up the loaded street With foreign plenty; and thy stream, O Thames, Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods ! Chose for his grand resort.
Page 217 - Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime , thou bidst the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast. Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine, Deep felt , in these appear ! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd , with such kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combin'd; Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade; And all so forming an harmonious whole ; That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
Page 192 - 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, Vice in his high career would stand appall'd, And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think; The conscious heart of Charity would warm, And her wide wish Benevolence dilate; The social tear would rise, the social sigh; And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Refining still,...
Page 189 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats ; then brisk alights On the warm hearth ; then hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is ; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 177 - Of prattling children, twin'd around his neck, And emulous to please him, calling forth The fond parental soul. Nor purpose gay, Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorns ; For happiness and true philosophy Are of the social still, and smiling kind. This is the life which those who fret in guilt, And guilty cities, never knew ; the life, Led by primeval ages, uncorrupt, When Angels dwelt, and GOD himself, with Man...