 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 Rush on his nerves,...  The Seasons, and Castle of Indolence ... - Pągina 185per James Thomson, Dr. Johnson - 1818 - 279 pąginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 pągines
...Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul ! What...heart ! When for the dusky spot, which fancy feign'd 290 His tufted cottage rising thro' the snow, He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Far from... | |
 | 1800 - 322 pągines
...thoughts of home 5 the thoughts of home . • .: . Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul! What black...heart ! When for the dusky spot, which fancy feign'd, ; HU tufted cottage rising thrpugh tjie sripw, . ; He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Far... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 pągines
...home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempts. How sinks his soul ! What black despair , what horror...spot , which fancy feign'd His tufted cottage rising thro' the snow, He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Far from the track, and blest abode of... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 320 pągines
...Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves> and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul! What black...roughness of the middle waste, Far from the track, and blest abode of man; While round him night resistless closes fast, And ev'ry tempest, howling o'er his... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 340 pągines
...Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul ! What...roughness of the middle waste, Far from the track and blest abode of man; While round him night resistless closes fast, And every tempest, howling o'er his... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 pągines
...Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul! What black...roughness of the middle waste, Far from the track and blest abode of man; While round him night resistless closes fast, And every tempest, howling o'er his... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 186 pągines
...Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul! What hlack despair, what horror fills his heart! When for the...spot, which fancy feign'd His tufted cottage rising thro' the suow, He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Far from the track, and hlest ahode of... | |
 | James Thomson - 1803 - 268 pągines
...the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Bush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many.a vain attempt. How sinks his soul ! What black despair , what horror fills his heart t When for the dusky spot , which fancy feign'd His tufted cottage rising thro' the snow, He meets... | |
 | James Thomson, John Aikin - 1804 - 232 pągines
...on From hill to dale, still more and more astray, Impatient flouncing thro' the drifted heaps, 285 In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul ! What...heart ! When for the dusky spot, which Fancy feign'd 290 His tufted cottage rising thro' the snow, He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Far from... | |
 | 1806 - 408 pągines
...Stung with the thoughts of home: the thoughts of home Hush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt How sinks his soul ! What black...for the dusky spot, which fancy feign'd His tufted cottasie rising thro' the snow, He meets die roughness of the middle waste. Far from the track, and... | |
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