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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... honours due to his illuftrious name ? ... But what can man ? -Ev'n now the fons of light , 5 : In strains high - warbled to seraphic lyre , Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss . Yet am not I deterr'd , tho ' high the theme , And fung ...
... honours due to his illuftrious name ? ... But what can man ? -Ev'n now the fons of light , 5 : In strains high - warbled to seraphic lyre , Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss . Yet am not I deterr'd , tho ' high the theme , And fung ...
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... honour of their kind ; Or whether , mounted on cherubic wing ,. Thy fwift career is with the whirling orbs , Comparing things with things , in rapture lost , And grateful adoration , for that light So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below ...
... honour of their kind ; Or whether , mounted on cherubic wing ,. Thy fwift career is with the whirling orbs , Comparing things with things , in rapture lost , And grateful adoration , for that light So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below ...
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... honour of your fleets ; o'er that to watch , Ev'n with a hand severe , and jealous eye . In intercourse be gentle , gen'rous , just , By wisdom polish'd , and of manners fair ; But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable still ...
... honour of your fleets ; o'er that to watch , Ev'n with a hand severe , and jealous eye . In intercourse be gentle , gen'rous , just , By wisdom polish'd , and of manners fair ; But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable still ...
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... honour moulder'd to the dust ; Unnerv'd her force ; her spirit vanish'd quite ; With rapid wing her riches fled away ; Her unfrequented ports alone the fign Of what she was ; her merchants scatter'd wide ; Her hollow thops shut up ; and ...
... honour moulder'd to the dust ; Unnerv'd her force ; her spirit vanish'd quite ; With rapid wing her riches fled away ; Her unfrequented ports alone the fign Of what she was ; her merchants scatter'd wide ; Her hollow thops shut up ; and ...
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... Honour difdaining blemish , cordial faith , And limpid truth , that looks the very foul . But to the death of mighty nations turn , My strain ; be there abforpt the private tear . Mufing , I lay ; warm from the facred walks , Where at ...
... Honour difdaining blemish , cordial faith , And limpid truth , that looks the very foul . But to the death of mighty nations turn , My strain ; be there abforpt the private tear . Mufing , I lay ; warm from the facred walks , Where at ...
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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...