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The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1766
ages amid bank beam beauty beneath bloom breath breeze bright calm circling clouds comes dark death deep delight deſcends earth ether fair fall fancy fate fear feels fields fierce firſt fits flame flood force foul friends gentle gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heart heaven Hence hills human kind land laſt light lively look luxury mind mingled mountains Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er once peace plain pours pride pure race rage riſe river rocks roll round rural ſcene ſee ſenſe ſhade ſhe ſhining ſky ſmile ſnow ſoft ſong ſoul ſpreads Spring ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch ſun ſwelling thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil train turn vale various virtue voice walks wander waſte wave whole whoſe wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
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 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.