The Philosophy of Nature; Or, The Influence of Scenery on the Mind and Heart, Volume 1J. Murray, 1813 |
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Page 21 - victory."—In the Psalms, in a fine vein of allegory, the vine tree is made to represent the people of Israel: " Thou hast brought a vine out " of Egypt; thou hast cut out the heathen, and " planted it. Thou didst cause it to take deep root, " and it filled the land. The hills were covered
Page 22 - boar out of the wood doth waste it, and the " wild beast doth devour it. Return, we beseech " thee, O God of Hosts; look down from heaven, " and behold and visit this vine, and the vineyard " thy right hand hath planted."*
Page 66 - sung, The sober herd, that low'd to meet their young; The noisy geese, that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children, just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh, that spoke the vacant mind: These all in soft confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 263 - the scriptures, that has not an immediate reference to natural objects. How beautiful is that passage in St. John, where Christ says to the woman of Samaria, " Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again ; but whosoever drinketh of the water that
Page 112 - ?—O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave you names! Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount?— Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me
Page 239 - were surely blest. Whatever fruits in different climes are found, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year: Whatever sweets salute the Northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die; These, here disporting, own the kindred soil, Nor
Page 68 - labourers sleep securely, should hear, as I have heard, the clear air, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, " Lord! what music hast thou provided for thy saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music upon earth.
Page 111 - we lose the prime to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.*
Page 112 - With what to sight or smell was sweet: from thee How shall I part?—and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this, obscure And wild ?—How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?