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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... grace and virtue of exterior life , No clean Convenience reigns ; ev'n fleep itself , Leaft delicate of pow'rs , reluctant , there , Lays on the bed impure his heavy head . Thy horrid walk ! dead , empty , unadorn'd , See streets whose ...
... grace and virtue of exterior life , No clean Convenience reigns ; ev'n fleep itself , Leaft delicate of pow'rs , reluctant , there , Lays on the bed impure his heavy head . Thy horrid walk ! dead , empty , unadorn'd , See streets whose ...
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... grace was theirs , All the foft modes of elegance , and ease ; Yet was not courage less , the patient touch Of toiling art , and disquifition deep . My SPIRIT pours a vigour thro ' the foul , Th ' unfetter'd thought with energy inspires ...
... grace was theirs , All the foft modes of elegance , and ease ; Yet was not courage less , the patient touch Of toiling art , and disquifition deep . My SPIRIT pours a vigour thro ' the foul , Th ' unfetter'd thought with energy inspires ...
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... grace mankind ; and what he taught he was .. Compounded high , tho ' plain , his doctrine broke In diff'rent SCHOOLS . The bold poetic phrafe Of figur'd PLATO : XENOPHON's pure strain , Like the clear brook that steals along the vale ...
... grace mankind ; and what he taught he was .. Compounded high , tho ' plain , his doctrine broke In diff'rent SCHOOLS . The bold poetic phrafe Of figur'd PLATO : XENOPHON's pure strain , Like the clear brook that steals along the vale ...
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... grace that more than mortal smil'd , The Soul of Beauty ! call'd the Queen of Love , Fresh from the billows , blufhing orient charms . Ev'n fuch enchantment then thy pencil pour'd , That cruel - thoughted War th ' impatient torch Dash'd ...
... grace that more than mortal smil'd , The Soul of Beauty ! call'd the Queen of Love , Fresh from the billows , blufhing orient charms . Ev'n fuch enchantment then thy pencil pour'd , That cruel - thoughted War th ' impatient torch Dash'd ...
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... grace , Her airy pillar heav'd ; luxuriant last , The rich Corinthian spread her wanton wreath . The whole fo measur'd true , so lessen'd off 385 By fine proportion , that the marble pile , Form'd to repel the still or stormy waste Of ...
... grace , Her airy pillar heav'd ; luxuriant last , The rich Corinthian spread her wanton wreath . The whole fo measur'd true , so lessen'd off 385 By fine proportion , that the marble pile , Form'd to repel the still or stormy waste Of ...
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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...