The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volum 1A. Millar, 1757 |
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... gloom : Not fuch as wintry ftorms on mortals shed , Oppreffing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 150 The with of Nature . Gradual , finks the breeze , 155 Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath ...
... gloom : Not fuch as wintry ftorms on mortals shed , Oppreffing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , 150 The with of Nature . Gradual , finks the breeze , 155 Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath ...
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... gloom , protracted sweeps : Now meets the bending sky : the river now Dimpling along , the breezy - ruffled lake , The foreft darkening round , the glittering fpire , Th ' ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far ...
... gloom , protracted sweeps : Now meets the bending sky : the river now Dimpling along , the breezy - ruffled lake , The foreft darkening round , the glittering fpire , Th ' ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far ...
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... gloom around : The darken'd fun Lofes his light . The rofy - bofom'd Spring To weeping Fancy pines ; and yon bright arch , Contracted , bends into a dufky vault . every vein . 1010 1015 1020 All Nature fades extinct ; and fhe alone ...
... gloom around : The darken'd fun Lofes his light . The rofy - bofom'd Spring To weeping Fancy pines ; and yon bright arch , Contracted , bends into a dufky vault . every vein . 1010 1015 1020 All Nature fades extinct ; and fhe alone ...
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... rofes , and ye bowers of joy , Farewel ! Ye gleamings of departed peace , Shine out your laft ! the yellow - tinging plague Internal vision taints , and in a night 1075 1080 Of Of livid gloom imagination wraps . 1085 Ah then ! 42 SPRING .
... rofes , and ye bowers of joy , Farewel ! Ye gleamings of departed peace , Shine out your laft ! the yellow - tinging plague Internal vision taints , and in a night 1075 1080 Of Of livid gloom imagination wraps . 1085 Ah then ! 42 SPRING .
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With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements James Thomson. Of livid gloom imagination wraps . 1085 Ah then ! instead of love - enliven'd cheeks , Of funny features , and of ardent eyes With flowing rapture bright , dark looks ...
With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements James Thomson. Of livid gloom imagination wraps . 1085 Ah then ! instead of love - enliven'd cheeks , Of funny features , and of ardent eyes With flowing rapture bright , dark looks ...
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Side 214 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Side 183 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 212 - 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 182 - 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 on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Side 212 - 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 183 - ... they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Side 210 - Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! horror wide extends .His desolate domain.
Side 125 - While these unhappy partners of your kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole. The various turns Of fortune ponder; that your sons may want What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give.
Side 165 - And day to day, through the revolving year ; Admiring, sees her in her every shape ; Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart ; Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more.
Side 23 - Hail, Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of Heaven and Earth ! Essential Presence, hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts Continual climb ; who, with a master-hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.