The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. To which is Prefixed, An Account of His Life and Writings. In Two Volumes, Volumen11763 |
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... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive South 146 Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers diftent . -At first a dusky wreath they feem to rise , Scarce staining ...
... rage ; he now shut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive South 146 Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers diftent . -At first a dusky wreath they feem to rise , Scarce staining ...
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... rage ; Sound flept the waters ; no fulphureous glooms ' Swell'd in the fky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
... rage ; Sound flept the waters ; no fulphureous glooms ' Swell'd in the fky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the springs of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
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... yielding hand , That feels him ftill , yet to his furious course Gives way , you , now retiring , following now Across the stream , exhaust his idle rage : D 2 435 Till Till floating broad upon his breathless fide , And to S P. R I N G. 39.
... yielding hand , That feels him ftill , yet to his furious course Gives way , you , now retiring , following now Across the stream , exhaust his idle rage : D 2 435 Till Till floating broad upon his breathless fide , And to S P. R I N G. 39.
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... rage . The trembling feed , With this hot impulse feiz'd in every nerve , 806 Nor hears the rein , nor heeds the founding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but toffing high his head , And 810 And by the well - known joy to distant 50 SPRING.
... rage . The trembling feed , With this hot impulse feiz'd in every nerve , 806 Nor hears the rein , nor heeds the founding thong ; Blows are not felt ; but toffing high his head , And 810 And by the well - known joy to distant 50 SPRING.
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... rage , BRITANNIA's weal ; how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . 920 925 Or , turning thence thy view , thefe graver thoughts The Mufes charm : while , with fure tafte refin'd , 930 You draw th ' infpiring ...
... rage , BRITANNIA's weal ; how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue , and her arts revive . 920 925 Or , turning thence thy view , thefe graver thoughts The Mufes charm : while , with fure tafte refin'd , 930 You draw th ' infpiring ...
Términos y frases comunes
aether againſt amid behold beneath beſt bloom bluſh boaſt boundleſs breaſt breath BRITONS burſt chearful clouds croud deep defcends delight earth eaſe facred fafe fair fame fave feas fhade fhall fhining fhore filent fing firſt flame fleep flood fnows focial foft fome fong fons foul ftill fuch funk fweet fwelling gale gloom glory grace GREECE heart heaven himſelf infpiring juſt laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxury lyes mix'd moſt mountains Mufe Muſe muſt Nature's o'er paffions peace pleaſure pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reign rife riſe ROME round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſures tyrant vale virtue waſte wave whence whofe whoſe wild winds wiſdom
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Página 162 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 39 - With eye attentive mark the springing game. Straight as above the surface of the flood They .wanton rise, or urged by hunger leap, Then fix, with gentle twitch, the barbed hook: Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, And to the shelving shore slow-dragging some, With various hand proportion'd to their force.
Página 120 - Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun, Glanc'd just and sudden from the fowler's eye, O'ertakes their sounding pinions ; and again, Immediate, brings them from the towering wing, Dead to the ground ; or drives them wide-dispers'd, Wounded, and wheeling various, down the wind.
Página 368 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Página 138 - Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields ; And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race Their sunny robes resign. Even what remain'd Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree ; And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around The desolated prospect thrills the soul.
Página 67 - Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, They spread the breathing harvest to the sun, That throws refreshful round a rural smell; Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay. While heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee.
Página 160 - Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Página 58 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Página 418 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part : Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Página 103 - Against his own sad Breast to lift the hand Of impious Violence. The lonely Tower Is also shunn'd ; whose mournful Chambers hold, So night-struck Fancy dreams, the yelling Ghost. Among the crooked Lanes, on every Hedge, The Glow-Worm lights his Gem; and, thro' the Dark, A moving Radiance twinkles.