The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. ...A. Millar, 1760 |
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... fair , Dreaming in whispering groves , by the hoarfe brook ! Or prophet , to whofe rapture heaven defcends ! 121- Even now the setting fun and shifting clouds , Seen , Greenwich , from thy lovely heights , declare How juít , how ...
... fair , Dreaming in whispering groves , by the hoarfe brook ! Or prophet , to whofe rapture heaven defcends ! 121- Even now the setting fun and shifting clouds , Seen , Greenwich , from thy lovely heights , declare How juít , how ...
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... Fair Peace ! how lovely , how delightful thou ! By whose wide tie , the kindred fons of men , Like brothers live , in amity combin'd , And unfufpicious faith ; while honest toil Gives every joy , and to those joys a right , Which idle ...
... Fair Peace ! how lovely , how delightful thou ! By whose wide tie , the kindred fons of men , Like brothers live , in amity combin'd , And unfufpicious faith ; while honest toil Gives every joy , and to those joys a right , Which idle ...
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... fair s But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable fill : let none efcape , 175 T 180 rife ! 185 Who fhall but aim to touch your glory there . Is there the man , into the lion's den Who dares intrude , to fnatch his young away ...
... fair s But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable fill : let none efcape , 175 T 180 rife ! 185 Who fhall but aim to touch your glory there . Is there the man , into the lion's den Who dares intrude , to fnatch his young away ...
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... fair majeftic POWER Of LIBERTY appear'd . Not , as of old , 26 Extended in her hand the cap , and rod , Whose flave - enlarging touch gave double life : But her bright temples bound with British oak , And naval honours nodded on her ...
... fair majeftic POWER Of LIBERTY appear'd . Not , as of old , 26 Extended in her hand the cap , and rod , Whose flave - enlarging touch gave double life : But her bright temples bound with British oak , And naval honours nodded on her ...
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... fair forms , of Beauty's eldest born , And of a people caft in virtue's mold . While sculpture lives around , and Afian hills Lend their best stores to heave the pillar'd dome : All that to Roman ftrength the fofter touch Of Grecian art ...
... fair forms , of Beauty's eldest born , And of a people caft in virtue's mold . While sculpture lives around , and Afian hills Lend their best stores to heave the pillar'd dome : All that to Roman ftrength the fofter touch Of Grecian art ...
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æther againſt amid antient arts Athens beft behold beneath bleft breaſt breath BRITONS caft chearful crouds deep delight earth eaſe facred fafe fair fame fave feiz'd fhade fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing fir'd firft firſt flame flaves fleep flood fmil'd fmile focial foft fome fong fons foul ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch funk fure fweet fwell glory grace GREECE guife heart heaven himſelf honour JAMES THOMSON kings laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxurious mankind mix'd moſt Mufe MUSIDORA muſt nought o'er paffion peace pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife riſe rofe ROME round ſcene ſhe ſhore Silures ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſure tyrant vale virtue wafte waſte whence whofe whoſe wild wiſdom
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Página 248 - 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 Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 241 - 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.
Página 214 - Ne noisy tradesman your sweet slumbers start, With sounds that are a misery to hear : But all is calm, as would delight the heart Of Sybarite of old, all nature, and all art. xv Here nought but candour reigns, indulgent ease, Good-natured lounging, sauntering up and down : They who are pleased themselves must always please ; On others' ways they never squint a frown, Nor heed what haps in hamlet or in town.
Página 226 - Aerial music in the warbling wind, At distance rising oft, by small degrees, Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the trees It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving airs, As did, alas!
Página 299 - For 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 is gone...
Página 286 - 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...
Página 42 - Breathing a kind oblivion o'er their woes, And love and music melt their souls away.
Página 230 - Ye Guardian Spirits, to whom Man is dear, From these foul Demons shield the Midnight Gloom ! Angels of Fancy and of Love, be near, And o'er the Blank of Sleep diffuse a Bloom ! Evoke the sacred Shades of Greece and Rome, And let them Virtue with a Look impart ! But chief, a while O lend us from the Tomb Those long-lost Friends for whom in Love we smart, And fill with pious Awe and Joy-mixt Woe the Heart.
Página 232 - In folly lost, of nothing takes he care; Pimps, lawyers, stewards, harlots, flatterers vile, And thieving tradesmen him among them share: His father's ghost from...
Página 242 - They look'd, perdie, as if they deeply thought, And on their brow sat every nation's cares.