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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الصفحة 181
... fweet , or Sweetly . Sooth true , or truth . Stound - misfortune , pang . Sweltry - fultry , consuming with heat . Swink - to labour . Smackt - favoured . Thrall - lave . Transmew'd - transform'd . Vild - vile . Unkempt ( Lat ...
... fweet , or Sweetly . Sooth true , or truth . Stound - misfortune , pang . Sweltry - fultry , consuming with heat . Swink - to labour . Smackt - favoured . Thrall - lave . Transmew'd - transform'd . Vild - vile . Unkempt ( Lat ...
الصفحة 198
... fweet , fuch fad , such folemn airs divine , Then let them down again into the foul ? Now rifing love they fan'd ; now pleasing dole They breath'd , in tender musings , through the heart ; And now a graver facred strain they stole , As ...
... fweet , fuch fad , such folemn airs divine , Then let them down again into the foul ? Now rifing love they fan'd ; now pleasing dole They breath'd , in tender musings , through the heart ; And now a graver facred strain they stole , As ...
الصفحة 213
... fweet a dwelling find ? For all around , without , and all within , Nothing fave what delightful was and kind , Of goodness fav'ring and a tender mind , E'er rose to view . But now another strain , Of doleful note , alas ! remains ...
... fweet a dwelling find ? For all around , without , and all within , Nothing fave what delightful was and kind , Of goodness fav'ring and a tender mind , E'er rose to view . But now another strain , Of doleful note , alas ! remains ...
الصفحة 247
... fweet patience , feigning oft relief , Lights thy fick eye , to cheat a parent's grief :: With tender art , to fave her anxious groan , No more thy bosoin presses down its own : Now well - earn'd peace is thine , and bliss fincere ...
... fweet patience , feigning oft relief , Lights thy fick eye , to cheat a parent's grief :: With tender art , to fave her anxious groan , No more thy bosoin presses down its own : Now well - earn'd peace is thine , and bliss fincere ...
الصفحة 253
... fweet emotions at the heart . O come with goodness in thy train , With peace and pleasure void of storm , And , wouldst thou me for ever gain , Put on Amanda's winning form . VOL . II . Y D E. Nightingale , best poet of the grove ...
... fweet emotions at the heart . O come with goodness in thy train , With peace and pleasure void of storm , And , wouldst thou me for ever gain , Put on Amanda's winning form . VOL . II . Y D E. Nightingale , best poet of the grove ...
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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...