The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements : to which is Prefixed, an Account of the Life and Writings of the AuthorAlexander Donaldson, 1774 |
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... fair , 105 . 110 1155 121 Dreaming in whifp'ring groves , by the hoarfe brook ! Or prophet , to whose rapture heav'n descends ! Ev'n now the fetting fun and fhifting clouds , Seen , Greenwich , from thy lovely heights , declare How juft ...
... fair , 105 . 110 1155 121 Dreaming in whifp'ring groves , by the hoarfe brook ! Or prophet , to whose rapture heav'n descends ! Ev'n now the fetting fun and fhifting clouds , Seen , Greenwich , from thy lovely heights , declare How juft ...
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... Fair Peace ! how lovely , how delightful thou ! By whose wide tie , the kindred fons of men , Like brothers live , in amity combin'd , And unfufpicious faith ; while honest toil Gives ev'ry joy , and to those joys a right , Which idle ...
... Fair Peace ! how lovely , how delightful thou ! By whose wide tie , the kindred fons of men , Like brothers live , in amity combin'd , And unfufpicious faith ; while honest toil Gives ev'ry joy , and to those joys a right , Which idle ...
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... fair ; But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable ftill : let none escape , Who fhall but aim to touch your glory there . Is there the man , into the lion's den Who dares intrude , to fnatch his young away ? And is a Briton ...
... fair ; But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable ftill : let none escape , Who fhall but aim to touch your glory there . Is there the man , into the lion's den Who dares intrude , to fnatch his young away ? And is a Briton ...
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... fair majestic Pow'R Of LIBERTY appear'd . Not , as of old , Extended in her hand the cap , and rod , Whofe flave - enlarging touch gave double life : But her bright temples bound with British oak , And naval honours nodded on her brow ...
... fair majestic Pow'R Of LIBERTY appear'd . Not , as of old , Extended in her hand the cap , and rod , Whofe flave - enlarging touch gave double life : But her bright temples bound with British oak , And naval honours nodded on her brow ...
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... fair forms , of Beauty's eldest born , And of a people cast in virtue's mold . While sculpture lives around , and Afian hills Lend their best stores to heave the pillar'd dome : . All that to Roman ftrength the fofter touch Of Grecian ...
... fair forms , of Beauty's eldest born , And of a people cast in virtue's mold . While sculpture lives around , and Afian hills Lend their best stores to heave the pillar'd dome : . All that to Roman ftrength the fofter touch Of Grecian ...
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amid arts Athens beft behold beneath beſt blifs boaſt breaſt breath BRITONS burſt caft crouds deep delight earth eaſe Ev'n ev'ry facred fafely fair fame fave fcene feen feiz'd fhades fhall fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing fir'd firft firſt fkies flame flaves fleep flood focial foft fome fometimes fong fons foul ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch funk fweet fwell gale gen'rous glory GODDESS grace GREECE guife heart heav'n honour infpiring kings laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxurious mankind mix'd moſt Mufe MUSIDORA muſt nought o'er paffions peace pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praiſe pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Roman ROME round ſcene ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil touch'd treaſure tyrant vale virtue wafte waſte whence whofe whoſe wild wiſdom
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Página 194 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Página 212 - 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...
Página 240 - Tainting the gale, in which they flutter'd light; Of morbid hue his features, sunk and sad; His hollow eyne shook forth a sickly light; And o'er his lank jawbone, in piteous plight, His black rough beard was matted rank and vile; Direful to see!
Página 204 - One day there chanced into these halls to rove A joyous youth, who took you at first sight ; Him the wild wave of pleasure hither drove, Before the sprightly tempest tossing light...
Página 205 - Him through their inmost walks the muses lad, To him the sacred love of nature lent, And sometimes would he make our valley glad; Whenas we found he would not here be pent, To him the better sort this friendly message sent: LXVI.
Página 206 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
Página 201 - Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew ; See how they dash along from wall to wall ! At every door, hark, how they thundering call ! Good Lord ! what can this giddy rout excite ? Why, on each other with fell tooth to fall ; A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace, to blight, And make new tiresome parties for the coming night. The puzzling sons of party next appear'd, ' In dark cabals and nightly juntos met ; And now they whisper'd close, now shrugging rear'd Th' important shoulder; then, as if to...
Página 250 - 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...
Página 186 - Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.
Página 240 - Brentford town, a town of mud, An herd of bristly swine is prick'd along; The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, Still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous song, And oft they plunge themselves the mire among...