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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... rolls the bounteous fun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expanfive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying foul , Lifts the light clouds fublime , and fpreads them thin , Fleecy and white ...
... rolls the bounteous fun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expanfive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold ; But , full of life and vivifying foul , Lifts the light clouds fublime , and fpreads them thin , Fleecy and white ...
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... rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . While thus the gentle tenants of the fhade Indulge their purer loves , the rougher world Of brutes , below , rufh furious into flame , And fierce defire . Thro ' all his lufty ...
... rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . While thus the gentle tenants of the fhade Indulge their purer loves , the rougher world Of brutes , below , rufh furious into flame , And fierce defire . Thro ' all his lufty ...
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... rolls along , fhews fome new charm , The father's luftre , and the mother's bloom . Then infant reafon grows apace ... roll , Still find them happy ; and confenting SPRING Sheds her own rofy garland on their heads : Till evening comes ...
... rolls along , fhews fome new charm , The father's luftre , and the mother's bloom . Then infant reafon grows apace ... roll , Still find them happy ; and confenting SPRING Sheds her own rofy garland on their heads : Till evening comes ...
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... Rolls o'er the rocky channel , lie at large , And fing the glories of the circling year . Come , Infpiration ! from thy hermit - feat , By mortal feldom found : may Fancy dare , From thy fix'd ferious eye , and raptur'd glance Shot on ...
... Rolls o'er the rocky channel , lie at large , And fing the glories of the circling year . Come , Infpiration ! from thy hermit - feat , By mortal feldom found : may Fancy dare , From thy fix'd ferious eye , and raptur'd glance Shot on ...
Side 44
... rolls entire : from the far bourne Of utmost Saturn , wheeling wide his round Of thirty years ; to Mercury , whose disk Can fcarce be caught by philofophic eye , Loft in the near effulgence of thy blaze .. Informer of the planetary ...
... rolls entire : from the far bourne Of utmost Saturn , wheeling wide his round Of thirty years ; to Mercury , whose disk Can fcarce be caught by philofophic eye , Loft in the near effulgence of thy blaze .. Informer of the planetary ...
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amid beneath beſt blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe endleſs facred fafe fair fame fatire fave fecret fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fide figh filent fing firſt fkies flame fleep flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit friendſhip ftill ftores fuch funk fweet fwell gale gloom grace groves heart heaven himſelf JAMES THOMSON laft laſt light loft mind mingled mix'd moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe MUSIDORA muſt Nature Nature's night o'er paffions pleaſe pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rifing riſe round rous'd ſcene ſhade ſhe ſky ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſweet tempeft tender thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil vale virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing wiſdom woods wretch
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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.