The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, Volumen1J. Rivington, 1788 |
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... Lord Prefident of the Seffion , then attending the fervice of Parliament , having seen a specimen of Mr. Thomson's poetry in Scot- land , received him very kindly , and recommended Mr. JAMES THOMSON . XV him to fome of his.
... Lord Prefident of the Seffion , then attending the fervice of Parliament , having seen a specimen of Mr. Thomson's poetry in Scot- land , received him very kindly , and recommended Mr. JAMES THOMSON . XV him to fome of his.
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... land , the naked nations clothe , And be th ' exhaustless granary of a world ! Nor only thro ' the lenient air this change , Delicious , breathes ; the penetrative fun , His force deep - darting to the dark retreat Of vegetation , fets ...
... land , the naked nations clothe , And be th ' exhaustless granary of a world ! Nor only thro ' the lenient air this change , Delicious , breathes ; the penetrative fun , His force deep - darting to the dark retreat Of vegetation , fets ...
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... ftreams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold ? And the plain ox , That harmless , honeft , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he , whofe toil , Patient and ever ready , clothes the land With all SPRING . 13.
... ftreams , and lent us your own coat Against the winter's cold ? And the plain ox , That harmless , honeft , guileless animal , In what has he offended ? he , whofe toil , Patient and ever ready , clothes the land With all SPRING . 13.
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... land With all the pomp of harvest ; fhall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands Even of the clown he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To fwell the riot of th ' autumnal feast , Won by his labour ? Thus the feeling heart ...
... land With all the pomp of harvest ; fhall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands Even of the clown he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To fwell the riot of th ' autumnal feast , Won by his labour ? Thus the feeling heart ...
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... land to land is flush'd the vernal year . Nor to the furface of enlivened earth , Graceful with hills and dales , and leafy woods , Her liberal treffes , is thy force confin'd : But , to the bowel'd cavern darting deep , The mineral ...
... land to land is flush'd the vernal year . Nor to the furface of enlivened earth , Graceful with hills and dales , and leafy woods , Her liberal treffes , is thy force confin'd : But , to the bowel'd cavern darting deep , The mineral ...
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amid beneath beſt blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe endleſs facred fafe fair fame fatire fave fecret fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fide figh filent fing firſt fkies flame fleep flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit friendſhip ftill ftores fuch funk fweet fwell gale gloom grace groves heart heaven himſelf JAMES THOMSON laft laſt light loft mind mingled mix'd moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe MUSIDORA muſt Nature Nature's night o'er paffions pleaſe pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rifing riſe round rous'd ſcene ſhade ſhe ſky ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſweet tempeft tender thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil vale virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing wiſdom woods wretch
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Página 175 - 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. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Página 150 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 37 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Página 175 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Página 148 - 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.
Página 213 - 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...
Página 186 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Página 11 - Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
Página 20 - When first the soul of love is sent abroad, Warm through the vital air, and on the heart Harmonious seizes, the gay troops begin, In gallant thought, to plume the painted wing; And try again the long-forgotten strain, At first faint-warbled.
Página 15 - The cavern'd 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 abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.