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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... gale Rife not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely froft ; before whofe baleful blast The full - blown Spring thro ' all her foliage fhrinks , Joylefs and dead , a wide - dejected ...
... gale Rife not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely froft ; before whofe baleful blast The full - blown Spring thro ' all her foliage fhrinks , Joylefs and dead , a wide - dejected ...
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... from yon extended field Of bloffom'd beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence Breathes thro ' the sense , and takes the ravish'd foul . VOL . I. C 1 ང Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot SPRIN G. 17.
... from yon extended field Of bloffom'd beans . Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy , than , liberal , thence Breathes thro ' the sense , and takes the ravish'd foul . VOL . I. C 1 ང Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot SPRIN G. 17.
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... gale ; And , arching proud his neck , with oary feet Bears forward fierce , and guards his ofier - ifle , Protective of his young . The turkey nigh , Loud - threatening , reddens ; while the peacock fpreads His every - colour'd glory to ...
... gale ; And , arching proud his neck , with oary feet Bears forward fierce , and guards his ofier - ifle , Protective of his young . The turkey nigh , Loud - threatening , reddens ; while the peacock fpreads His every - colour'd glory to ...
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... gale ; then , fteep - defcending , cleaves The headlong torrents foaming down the hills , Even where the madness of the ftraiten'd stream Turns in black eddies round : fuch is the force With which his frantic heart and finews fwell ...
... gale ; then , fteep - defcending , cleaves The headlong torrents foaming down the hills , Even where the madness of the ftraiten'd stream Turns in black eddies round : fuch is the force With which his frantic heart and finews fwell ...
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... and earth , as if contending , vye To raise his being , and ferene his foul . Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature ? Can fierce paffions vex his breast , 1 While every gale is peace , and every grove 28 SPRING .
... and earth , as if contending , vye To raise his being , and ferene his foul . Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature ? Can fierce paffions vex his breast , 1 While every gale is peace , and every grove 28 SPRING .
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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.