The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, Volum 1J. Rivington, 1788 |
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... shall meet with in the follow- ing pages . Mr. Thomfon was born at Ednam , in the fhire of Roxburgh , on the 11th of September , in the year 1700. His father , minifter of that place , was but little known beyond the narrow circle of ...
... shall meet with in the follow- ing pages . Mr. Thomfon was born at Ednam , in the fhire of Roxburgh , on the 11th of September , in the year 1700. His father , minifter of that place , was but little known beyond the narrow circle of ...
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... shall now be laid , That he , whose heart in forrow bleeds , May love thro ' life the foothing fhade . Then maids and youths fhall linger here , And while its founds at distance fwell , Shall fadly feem in Pity's ear , To hear the ...
... shall now be laid , That he , whose heart in forrow bleeds , May love thro ' life the foothing fhade . Then maids and youths fhall linger here , And while its founds at distance fwell , Shall fadly feem in Pity's ear , To hear the ...
Side xxxii
... Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimm'ring near ? With him , sweet bard , may Fancy die , And Joy defert the blooming year . But thou , lorn stream , whofe fullen tide No fedge - crown'd Sisters now attend , Now waft me from the green ...
... Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimm'ring near ? With him , sweet bard , may Fancy die , And Joy defert the blooming year . But thou , lorn stream , whofe fullen tide No fedge - crown'd Sisters now attend , Now waft me from the green ...
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... shall language do ? ah where find words Ting'd with fo many colours ; and whose power , To life approaching , may perfume my lays With that fine oil , thofe aromatic gales , That inexhaustive flow continual round ? Yet , tho ...
... shall language do ? ah where find words Ting'd with fo many colours ; and whose power , To life approaching , may perfume my lays With that fine oil , thofe aromatic gales , That inexhaustive flow continual round ? Yet , tho ...
Side 49
... Shall bid his fpirit blow . The hoary fen , In putrid fteams , emits the living cloud Of peftilence . Thro ' fubterranean cells , Where fearching fun - beams fcarce can find a way , VOL . I. E Earth animated heaves . The flowery leaf ...
... Shall bid his fpirit blow . The hoary fen , In putrid fteams , emits the living cloud Of peftilence . Thro ' fubterranean cells , Where fearching fun - beams fcarce can find a way , VOL . I. E Earth animated heaves . The flowery leaf ...
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Side 175 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Side 150 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 37 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Side 175 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Side 148 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Side 213 - 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...
Side 186 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Side 11 - Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
Side 20 - When first the soul of love is sent abroad, Warm through the vital air, and on the heart Harmonious seizes, the gay troops begin, In gallant thought, to plume the painted wing; And try again the long-forgotten strain, At first faint-warbled.
Side 15 - The cavern'd bank, his old secure abode; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage; Till floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.