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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... 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 tear , And elegiac fong . But NEWTON calls . For other notes of ...
... 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 tear , And elegiac fong . But NEWTON calls . For other notes of ...
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... wafte . Not Egypt , were , her better heav'n , the Nile Turn'd in the pride of flow ; when o'er his rocks , And roaring cataracts , beyond the reach Of dizzy vifion pil'd , in one wide flash An Ethiopian deluge foams amain ; 220 225 230 ...
... wafte . Not Egypt , were , her better heav'n , the Nile Turn'd in the pride of flow ; when o'er his rocks , And roaring cataracts , beyond the reach Of dizzy vifion pil'd , in one wide flash An Ethiopian deluge foams amain ; 220 225 230 ...
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... wafte luxury impair That manly foul of toil , which ftrings your nerves , And your own proper happiness creates ! Oh let not the foft , penetrating plague Creep on the free - born mind ; and working there , With the sharp tooth of many ...
... wafte luxury impair That manly foul of toil , which ftrings your nerves , And your own proper happiness creates ! Oh let not the foft , penetrating plague Creep on the free - born mind ; and working there , With the sharp tooth of many ...
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... wafte , Expiring nature all corrupted round ; While the lone Tyber , thro ' the desert plain , Winds his wafte ftores , and fullen fweeps along . Patch'd from my fragments , in unfolid pomp , Mark how the temple glares ; and , artful ...
... wafte , Expiring nature all corrupted round ; While the lone Tyber , thro ' the desert plain , Winds his wafte ftores , and fullen fweeps along . Patch'd from my fragments , in unfolid pomp , Mark how the temple glares ; and , artful ...
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... , * Beyond the pitch of man , and thence revers'd Into luxurious wafte .: nor yet the ports * Civil Tyranny . SThe Tyrants of EGYPT . + The Pyramids . Of old PHOENICIA ; firft for letters fam'd , That Part II . 45 LIBERTY .
... , * Beyond the pitch of man , and thence revers'd Into luxurious wafte .: nor yet the ports * Civil Tyranny . SThe Tyrants of EGYPT . + The Pyramids . Of old PHOENICIA ; firft for letters fam'd , That Part II . 45 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...