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But see the fading many-coloured Woods,
Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round
Imbrown; crowned umbrage, dusk and dun,
Of every hue from wan declining green
To sooty dark.
- Seasons--Autumn (l. 950) [Trees]
Linnets . . . sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.
- Seasons--Autumn (l. 974) [Linnets]
The Hawthorn whitens; and the juicy Groves
Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees,
Till the whole leafy Forest stands displayed,
In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales.
- Seasons--Spring [Hawthorn]
Come, gentle Spring; ethereal Mildness, come!
- Seasons--Spring (l. 1) [Spring]
But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmix'd, incessant gall,
Corroding every thought, and blasting all
- Seasons--Spring (l. 1,073) [Jealousy]
But happy they, the happiest of their kind!
Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate
Their Hearts, their Fortunes, and their Beings blend.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 1,111) [Matrimony]
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.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 1,150) [Teaching]
An elegant Sufficiency, Content,
Retirement, rural Quiet, Friendship, Books,
Ease and alternate Labor, useful Life,
Progressive Virtue, and approving Heaven!
- Seasons--Spring (l. 1,159) [Contentment]
As through the verdant maze
Of sweetbrier hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the smell of dairy.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 105)
'Tis silence all,
And pleasing expectation.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 160) [Expectation]
The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 173) [Rain : Spring]
Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 28) [Envy : Proverbs]
Senseless, and deformed,
Convulsive Anger storms at large; or pale,
And silent, settles into fell revenge.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 28) [Anger]
Desponding Fear, of feeble fancies full,
Weak and unmanly, loosens every power.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 286) [Fear]
Pure was the temperate Air, an even Calm
Perpetual reign'd, save what the Zephyrs bland
Breath'd o'er the blue expanse.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 323) [Calmness]
But should you lure
From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots
Of pendent trees, the Monarch of the brook,
Behoves you then to ply your finest art.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 420) [Fishing]
Where scattered wild the Lily of the Vale
Its balmy essence breathes.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 445)
But who can paint
Like nature? Can Imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
- Seasons--Spring (l. 465) [Painting]
From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed,
Anemones, auritulas, enriched
With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 533) [Anemones]
Lend me your song, ye Nightingales! O, pour
The mazy-running soul of melody
Into my varied verse.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 574) [Nightingales]
While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 576) [Cuckoos]
In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd
The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind:
And some, with whom compared your insect-tribes
Are but the beings of a summer's day,
Have held the Scale of Empire, ruled the Storm
Of mighty War; then, with victorious hand,
Disdaining little delicacies, seized
The Plough, and, greatly independent, scorned
All the vile stores corruption can bestow.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 58) [Agriculture]
Up springs the lark,
Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn;
Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings
Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts
Calls up the tuneful nations.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 587) [Larks]
Some to the holly hedge
Nestling repair; and to the thicket some;
Some to the rude protection of the thorn.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 634) [Trees]
The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.
- Seasons--Spring (l. 651) [Swallows]
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