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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... Amid the glad creation , mufing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds confign their treasures to the fields ; And , foftly fhaking on the dimpled pool Prelufive drops , let all their moisture flow , In large ...
... Amid the glad creation , mufing praise , And looking lively gratitude . At last , The clouds confign their treasures to the fields ; And , foftly fhaking on the dimpled pool Prelufive drops , let all their moisture flow , In large ...
Side 11
... amid these iron times , These dregs of life ! Now the distemper'd mind Has loft that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the foul of happinefs ; and all Is off the poife within : the paffions all Have burft their bounds ; and ...
... amid these iron times , These dregs of life ! Now the distemper'd mind Has loft that concord of harmonious powers , Which forms the foul of happinefs ; and all Is off the poife within : the paffions all Have burft their bounds ; and ...
Side 16
... foften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay 16 SPRING .
... foften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay 16 SPRING .
Side 17
... Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchlefs skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In every bud that blows ? If fancy then Unequal fails beneath the pleafing task , Ah what shall language do ...
... Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchlefs skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In every bud that blows ? If fancy then Unequal fails beneath the pleafing task , Ah what shall language do ...
Side 20
... Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations . Every copfe Deep - tangled , tree irregular , and bufh Bending with dewy moisture , o'er the heads Of the coy quirifters that lodge within , Are prodigal of ...
... Amid the dawning clouds , and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations . Every copfe Deep - tangled , tree irregular , and bufh Bending with dewy moisture , o'er the heads Of the coy quirifters that lodge within , Are prodigal of ...
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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.