The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. To which is Prefixed, An Account of His Life and Writings. In Two Volumes, Volym 11763 |
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... thou prove : ✓ SONG . Come , gentle God of foft Defire . QDE . O Nightingale , best Post of the Grover ODE . To Seraphina . ODE . To Acolus's Harp . HYMN ON SÓLÍTUDE.` 44 10 1 *** i I 353 367 399 427 ib 428 $ 429 ib 431 ib 432 ib . 433 ...
... thou prove : ✓ SONG . Come , gentle God of foft Defire . QDE . O Nightingale , best Post of the Grover ODE . To Seraphina . ODE . To Acolus's Harp . HYMN ON SÓLÍTUDE.` 44 10 1 *** i I 353 367 399 427 ib 428 $ 429 ib 431 ib 432 ib . 433 ...
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... thou , who own'st that earthy bed , Ah ! what will every dirge avail ? Or tears , which Love and Pity fhed , That mourn beneath the gliding fail ! VII . Yet lives there one , whofe heedlefs eye . Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimmering ...
... thou , who own'st that earthy bed , Ah ! what will every dirge avail ? Or tears , which Love and Pity fhed , That mourn beneath the gliding fail ! VII . Yet lives there one , whofe heedlefs eye . Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimmering ...
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... thou world - reviving Sun , Into the perfect year ! Nor ye who live . In luxury and cafe , in pomp and pride , Think these loft themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural MARO fung To wide - imperial ROME , in the full ...
... thou world - reviving Sun , Into the perfect year ! Nor ye who live . In luxury and cafe , in pomp and pride , Think these loft themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural MARO fung To wide - imperial ROME , in the full ...
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... Thou smiling Nature's univerfal robe !! United light and fhade ; where the fight dwells With growing ftrength , and ever - new delight ! From the moist meadow to the withered hill , Led by the breeze , the vivid verdure runs , And ...
... Thou smiling Nature's univerfal robe !! United light and fhade ; where the fight dwells With growing ftrength , and ever - new delight ! From the moist meadow to the withered hill , Led by the breeze , the vivid verdure runs , And ...
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... thou , AMANDA , come , pride of my fông ! 480 Form'd by the Graces , loveliness itself ! 485 Come with those downcaft eyes , fedate and fweet , Those looks demure , that deeply pierce the foul , Where , with the light of thoughtful ...
... thou , AMANDA , come , pride of my fông ! 480 Form'd by the Graces , loveliness itself ! 485 Come with those downcaft eyes , fedate and fweet , Those looks demure , that deeply pierce the foul , Where , with the light of thoughtful ...
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Sida 162 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Sida 39 - With eye attentive mark the springing game. Straight as above the surface of the flood They .wanton rise, or urged by hunger leap, Then fix, with gentle twitch, the barbed hook: Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, And to the shelving shore slow-dragging some, With various hand proportion'd to their force.
Sida 120 - Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun, Glanc'd just and sudden from the fowler's eye, O'ertakes their sounding pinions ; and again, Immediate, brings them from the towering wing, Dead to the ground ; or drives them wide-dispers'd, Wounded, and wheeling various, down the wind.
Sida 368 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Sida 138 - Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields ; And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race Their sunny robes resign. Even what remain'd Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree ; And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around The desolated prospect thrills the soul.
Sida 67 - Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, They spread the breathing harvest to the sun, That throws refreshful round a rural smell; Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, And drive the dusky wave along the mead, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, In order gay. While heard from dale to dale, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Of happy labour, love, and social glee.
Sida 160 - Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Sida 58 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Sida 418 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part : Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Sida 103 - Against his own sad Breast to lift the hand Of impious Violence. The lonely Tower Is also shunn'd ; whose mournful Chambers hold, So night-struck Fancy dreams, the yelling Ghost. Among the crooked Lanes, on every Hedge, The Glow-Worm lights his Gem; and, thro' the Dark, A moving Radiance twinkles.