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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... whence it firft in wavy circles breaks , Till the touch'd organ takes the meffage in . Nor could the darting beam of speed immense , Efcape his fwift purfuit , and measʼring eye . Ev'n Light itself , which ev'ry thing displays , Shone ...
... whence it firft in wavy circles breaks , Till the touch'd organ takes the meffage in . Nor could the darting beam of speed immense , Efcape his fwift purfuit , and measʼring eye . Ev'n Light itself , which ev'ry thing displays , Shone ...
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... Whence this unwonted patience ? this weak doubt ? This tame befeeching of rejected peace ? This meek forbearance ? this unnative fear , To gen'rous Britons never known before ? 15 20 25 39 . And fail'd my fleets for this ; on Indian ...
... Whence this unwonted patience ? this weak doubt ? This tame befeeching of rejected peace ? This meek forbearance ? this unnative fear , To gen'rous Britons never known before ? 15 20 25 39 . And fail'd my fleets for this ; on Indian ...
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... Whence is it that the proud Iberian thus , In their own well - afferted element , Dares rouze to wrath the masters of the main ? 55 Who told him , that the big incumbent war Would not , ere this , have roll'd his trembling ports In ...
... Whence is it that the proud Iberian thus , In their own well - afferted element , Dares rouze to wrath the masters of the main ? 55 Who told him , that the big incumbent war Would not , ere this , have roll'd his trembling ports In ...
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... whence huge empires rofe , and fell Self - crush'd , extend your reign from fhore to fhore , Where'er the wind your high behests can blow ; And fix it deep on this eternal base . For fhould the fliding fabrick once give way , Soon ...
... whence huge empires rofe , and fell Self - crush'd , extend your reign from fhore to fhore , Where'er the wind your high behests can blow ; And fix it deep on this eternal base . For fhould the fliding fabrick once give way , Soon ...
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... ( Whence wond'ring fable trac'd him from the sky ) Ev'n not that prime of earth , where harvests croud On untill'd harvests , all the teeming year , If of the fat o'erflowing culture robb'd , Were then a more uncomfortable wild , Steril ...
... ( Whence wond'ring fable trac'd him from the sky ) Ev'n not that prime of earth , where harvests croud On untill'd harvests , all the teeming year , If of the fat o'erflowing culture robb'd , Were then a more uncomfortable wild , Steril ...
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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...