The poetical works of James Thomson. With life, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1873 |
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... kind to his two sisters in Edinburgh , Jean and Elizabeth , to whom he advanced money to set them up in a little milliner's shop . In 1737 the Lord Chancellor died ; and Thomson wrote a fine poem to his memory . He had many reasons to ...
... kind to his two sisters in Edinburgh , Jean and Elizabeth , to whom he advanced money to set them up in a little milliner's shop . In 1737 the Lord Chancellor died ; and Thomson wrote a fine poem to his memory . He had many reasons to ...
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... kind . COME , gentle Spring , ethereal mildness , come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud , While music wakes around , veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses , on our plains descend . O HERTFORD , fitted or to shine in courts ...
... kind . COME , gentle Spring , ethereal mildness , come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud , While music wakes around , veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses , on our plains descend . O HERTFORD , fitted or to shine in courts ...
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... settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 140 150 The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into SPRING . 5 པ་
... settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 140 150 The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into SPRING . 5 པ་
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... kind emotion in his heart , And taught alone to weep , -while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain , Or beams that gave them birth , -shall he , fair form ! Who wears ...
... kind emotion in his heart , And taught alone to weep , -while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain , Or beams that gave them birth , -shall he , fair form ! Who wears ...
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... kind - contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweetest length Of notes ; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy , and purposes , in thought Elate , to make her night excel their day . The blackbird whistles from the ...
... kind - contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweetest length Of notes ; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy , and purposes , in thought Elate , to make her night excel their day . The blackbird whistles from the ...
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Side 308 - 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.
Side 228 - Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the jubilee to sound on the tenth day of the seventh month, in the Day of Atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound throughout all your land.
Side 143 - As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce, All Winter drives along the darkened air; In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush...
Side 37 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Side 170 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east...
Side 229 - And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: and thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.
Side 145 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 169 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike Amid the spangled sky the silver lyre.
Side 144 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Side 169 - Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.