The poetical works of James Thomson. With life, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1873 |
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... Muse your honour does address , That it's a bold attempt most humbly I confess ; If you'll encourage her young fagging flight , She'll upwards soar , and mount Parnassus ' height . If little things with great may be compared , In Rome ...
... Muse your honour does address , That it's a bold attempt most humbly I confess ; If you'll encourage her young fagging flight , She'll upwards soar , and mount Parnassus ' height . If little things with great may be compared , In Rome ...
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... Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In every bud that ...
... Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other , as appears In every bud that ...
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... Muse ; and hark , how loud the woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim ! Lend me your song , ye nightingales ! oh pour The mazy - running soul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , From the first note the hollow ...
... Muse ; and hark , how loud the woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim ! Lend me your song , ye nightingales ! oh pour The mazy - running soul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , From the first note the hollow ...
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... Muse asham'd here to bemoan Her brothers of the grove , by tyrant man Inhuman caught , and in the narrow cage From liberty confin'd , and boundless air . Dull are the pretty slaves , their plumage dull , Ragged , and all its brightening ...
... Muse asham'd here to bemoan Her brothers of the grove , by tyrant man Inhuman caught , and in the narrow cage From liberty confin'd , and boundless air . Dull are the pretty slaves , their plumage dull , Ragged , and all its brightening ...
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... Muse , through Hagley Park you stray ; Thy British Tempé ! There along the dale , 899 With woods o'erhung , and ... Muses charm : while , with sure taste refin'd 28 SPRING .
... Muse , through Hagley Park you stray ; Thy British Tempé ! There along the dale , 899 With woods o'erhung , and ... Muses charm : while , with sure taste refin'd 28 SPRING .
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.