The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements : to which is Prefixed, an Account of the Life and Writings of the AuthorAlexander Donaldson, 1774 |
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... boast While NEWTON lifts his column to the fkies , 175 Beyond the wafte of time . Let no weak drop Be fhed for him . The virgin in her bloom- Cut off , the joyous youth , and darling child ,. These are the tombs that claim the tender ...
... boast While NEWTON lifts his column to the fkies , 175 Beyond the wafte of time . Let no weak drop Be fhed for him . The virgin in her bloom- Cut off , the joyous youth , and darling child ,. These are the tombs that claim the tender ...
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... boast . Snatch'd by thefe wonders to that world where thought Unfetter'd ranges , Fancy's magic hand Led me anew o'er all the folemn scene , Still in the mind's pure eye more folemn dreft , When straight , methought , the fair majestic ...
... boast . Snatch'd by thefe wonders to that world where thought Unfetter'd ranges , Fancy's magic hand Led me anew o'er all the folemn scene , Still in the mind's pure eye more folemn dreft , When straight , methought , the fair majestic ...
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... boast : Thy BUONAROTIS , thy PALLADIOS mine ; And mine the fair defigns , which RAPHAEL'S foul O'er the live canvafs , emanating , breath'd . What would you fay , ye conquerors of earth ! Ye Romans ! could you raise the laurel'd head ...
... boast : Thy BUONAROTIS , thy PALLADIOS mine ; And mine the fair defigns , which RAPHAEL'S foul O'er the live canvafs , emanating , breath'd . What would you fay , ye conquerors of earth ! Ye Romans ! could you raise the laurel'd head ...
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... boasted honour of their birth . In ARCHITECTURE too thy rank fupreme ! That art where moft magnificent appears The little builder man ; by thee refin'd , 365 370 375 And , fmiling high , to full perfection brought . Such thy fure rules ...
... boasted honour of their birth . In ARCHITECTURE too thy rank fupreme ! That art where moft magnificent appears The little builder man ; by thee refin'd , 365 370 375 And , fmiling high , to full perfection brought . Such thy fure rules ...
الصفحة 69
... boast of these unequal'd times . Ages revolv'd unfully'd by a crime : Aftrea reign'd , and fcarcely needed laws To bind a race elated with the pride Of virtue , and disdaining to defcend To meannefs , Part III . 69 LIBERTY .
... boast of these unequal'd times . Ages revolv'd unfully'd by a crime : Aftrea reign'd , and fcarcely needed laws To bind a race elated with the pride Of virtue , and disdaining to defcend To meannefs , Part III . 69 LIBERTY .
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amid arts Athens beft behold beneath beſt blifs boaſt breaſt breath BRITONS burſt caft crouds deep delight earth eaſe Ev'n ev'ry facred fafely fair fame fave fcene feen feiz'd fhades fhall fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing fir'd firft firſt fkies flame flaves fleep flood focial foft fome fometimes fong fons foul ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch funk fweet fwell gale gen'rous glory GODDESS grace GREECE guife heart heav'n honour infpiring kings laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxurious mankind mix'd moſt Mufe MUSIDORA muſt nought o'er paffions peace pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praiſe pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Roman ROME round ſcene ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil touch'd treaſure tyrant vale virtue wafte waſte whence whofe whoſe wild wiſdom
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الصفحة 194 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
الصفحة 212 - 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 240 - 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 204 - 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 205 - 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 206 - 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 201 - 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 250 - 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 186 - Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.
الصفحة 240 - 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...