The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements : to which is Prefixed, an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, المجلد 2Alexander Donaldson, 1774 |
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... still remain ; infinite source Of beauty , ever blushing , ever new ! 1155 121 125 . Did ever poet image aught fo fair , Dreaming in whisp'ring groves , by the hoarfe brook ! Or prophet , to whose rapture heav'n descends ! Ev'n now the ...
... still remain ; infinite source Of beauty , ever blushing , ever new ! 1155 121 125 . Did ever poet image aught fo fair , Dreaming in whisp'ring groves , by the hoarfe brook ! Or prophet , to whose rapture heav'n descends ! Ev'n now the ...
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... still : let none escape , Who shall but aim to touch your glory there . Is there the man , into the lion's den Who dares intrude , to snatch his young away ? And is a Briton seiz'd ? and feiz'd beneath The flumb'ring terrors of a ...
... still : let none escape , Who shall but aim to touch your glory there . Is there the man , into the lion's den Who dares intrude , to snatch his young away ? And is a Briton seiz'd ? and feiz'd beneath The flumb'ring terrors of a ...
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... still , and confecrate to fame ; These fountains , vases , urns , and statues , charg'd With the fine stores of art - compleating Greece . Mine is , besides , thy ev'ry later boaft : Thy † BUONAROTIS , thy PALLADIOS mine ; * And mine ...
... still , and confecrate to fame ; These fountains , vases , urns , and statues , charg'd With the fine stores of art - compleating Greece . Mine is , besides , thy ev'ry later boaft : Thy † BUONAROTIS , thy PALLADIOS mine ; * And mine ...
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... adorned with the works mentioned in the following lines ; and where amidst many magnificent ruins , those of a temple erected to Venus are still to be feen . An almost total desolation fits , A dreary stillness , 36 IBERTY .
... adorned with the works mentioned in the following lines ; and where amidst many magnificent ruins , those of a temple erected to Venus are still to be feen . An almost total desolation fits , A dreary stillness , 36 IBERTY .
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... still th ' embodied picture rose to fight . OH THOU ! to whom the Muses owe their flame ; Who bid'ft , beneath the pole , Parnaffus rife , And Hippocrenè flow ; with thy bold ease , 391 The striking force , the lightning of thy thought ...
... still th ' embodied picture rose to fight . OH THOU ! to whom the Muses owe their flame ; Who bid'ft , beneath the pole , Parnaffus rife , And Hippocrenè flow ; with thy bold ease , 391 The striking force , the lightning of thy thought ...
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almoſt amid arts behold beneath beſt bleſt bliſs breath BRITONS burſt CASTLE OF INDOLENCE crouds deep delight earth eaſe eaſy Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fair falſe fame filent fing fir'd firſt flame flaves fleep foft fome fong fons foul fuch funk gale gen'rous glory GODDESS grace GREECE heart heav'n honour inſpire itſelf juſt kings land laſt leſs LIBERTY light luxurious mankind mix'd moſt Muſe muſt nought o'er paffions peace pleaſing pleaſure pour'd pow'r pride rage rais'd raiſe reaſon reign rife riſe Roman ROME roſe round ſcene ſcorn ſeas ſeen ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhine ſhone ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmil'd ſmile ſocial ſome ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſtreets ſuch ſweet ſwell taſte tempeſt tender thee theſe thoſe thou thro toil touch'd treaſure tyrant vale vaſt virtue waſte whence whoſe wild
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الصفحة 196 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
الصفحة 214 - 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...
الصفحة 242 - Tainting the gale, in which they flutter'd light; Of morbid hue his features, sunk and sad; His hollow eyne shook forth a sickly light; And o'er his lank jawbone, in piteous plight, His black rough beard was matted rank and vile; Direful to see!
الصفحة 206 - One day there chanced into these halls to rove A joyous youth, who took you at first sight ; Him the wild wave of pleasure hither drove, Before the sprightly tempest tossing light...
الصفحة 207 - Him through their inmost walks the muses lad, To him the sacred love of nature lent, And sometimes would he make our valley glad; Whenas we found he would not here be pent, To him the better sort this friendly message sent: LXVI.
الصفحة 208 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
الصفحة 203 - Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew ; See how they dash along from wall to wall ! At every door, hark, how they thundering call ! Good Lord ! what can this giddy rout excite ? Why, on each other with fell tooth to fall ; A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace, to blight, And make new tiresome parties for the coming night. The puzzling sons of party next appear'd, ' In dark cabals and nightly juntos met ; And now they whisper'd close, now shrugging rear'd Th' important shoulder; then, as if to...
الصفحة 252 - 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...
الصفحة 188 - Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.
الصفحة 242 - Brentford town, a town of mud, An herd of bristly swine is prick'd along; The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, Still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous song, And oft they plunge themselves the mire among...