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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... Deep - fearching , faw at last the System dawn , And fhine , of all his race , on him alone . What were his raptures then ! how pure ! how ftrong And what the triumphs of old Greece and Rome 31 By his diminish'd , but the pride of boys ...
... Deep - fearching , faw at last the System dawn , And fhine , of all his race , on him alone . What were his raptures then ! how pure ! how ftrong And what the triumphs of old Greece and Rome 31 By his diminish'd , but the pride of boys ...
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... Deep in primeval gloom ) afcending , rais'd His lights at equal distances , to guide Historian , wilder'd on his darksome way . But who can number up his labours ? who His high discov'ries fing ? when but a few 130 i 135 140 Of the deep ...
... Deep in primeval gloom ) afcending , rais'd His lights at equal distances , to guide Historian , wilder'd on his darksome way . But who can number up his labours ? who His high discov'ries fing ? when but a few 130 i 135 140 Of the deep ...
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... deep - ftudying race can stretch their minds To what he knew : in fancy's lighter thought , How shall the muse then grasp the mighty theme ? What wonder thence that his devotion fwell'd Refponfive to his knowledge ! For could he , Whose ...
... deep - ftudying race can stretch their minds To what he knew : in fancy's lighter thought , How shall the muse then grasp the mighty theme ? What wonder thence that his devotion fwell'd Refponfive to his knowledge ! For could he , Whose ...
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... Deep in her anxious heart , revolving fad : Bare was her throbbing bofom to the gale , VIRG . That hoarfe , and hollow , from the bleak furge blew ; Loofe flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . Hung o'er the deep from her majestic ...
... Deep in her anxious heart , revolving fad : Bare was her throbbing bofom to the gale , VIRG . That hoarfe , and hollow , from the bleak furge blew ; Loofe flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . Hung o'er the deep from her majestic ...
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... with the veering winds ? The mockery of war ! while hot disease , And floth distemper'd , swept off burning crouds , 35 I FREDERICK Prince of WALES , then lately arrived .. For action ardent ; and amid the deep , Inglorious 10 BRITANNIA .
... with the veering winds ? The mockery of war ! while hot disease , And floth distemper'd , swept off burning crouds , 35 I FREDERICK Prince of WALES , then lately arrived .. For action ardent ; and amid the deep , Inglorious 10 BRITANNIA .
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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...