The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, Volume 1R. Baldwin, 1802 |
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... bosom of yon dropping cloud , While music wakes around , veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses , on our plains descend . O HARTFORD , fitted or to shine in courts With unaffected grace , or walk the plain With innocence and meditation ...
... bosom of yon dropping cloud , While music wakes around , veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses , on our plains descend . O HARTFORD , fitted or to shine in courts With unaffected grace , or walk the plain With innocence and meditation ...
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... bosom of the ground : The harrow follows harsh , and shuts the scene . Be gracious , Heaven ! for now laborious Man Has done his part . Ye fostering breezes , blow ! Ye softening dews , ye tender showers , descend ! And temper all ...
... bosom of the ground : The harrow follows harsh , and shuts the scene . Be gracious , Heaven ! for now laborious Man Has done his part . Ye fostering breezes , blow ! Ye softening dews , ye tender showers , descend ! And temper all ...
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... bosom that improves their sweets . See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads ! See , how the lily drinks The latent rill , scarce oozing through the grass , Of growth luxuriant ; or the humid bank , In fair ...
... bosom that improves their sweets . See , where the winding vale its lavish stores , Irriguous , spreads ! See , how the lily drinks The latent rill , scarce oozing through the grass , Of growth luxuriant ; or the humid bank , In fair ...
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... bosom innocence can win , Music engage , or piety persuade ! But let not chief the nightingale lament Her ruin'd care , too delicately framed To brook the harsh confinement of the cage . Oft when , returning with her loaded bill , Th ...
... bosom innocence can win , Music engage , or piety persuade ! But let not chief the nightingale lament Her ruin'd care , too delicately framed To brook the harsh confinement of the cage . Oft when , returning with her loaded bill , Th ...
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... bosom ; till at last sublim'd To rapture , and enthusiastic heat , We feel the present Deity , and taste The joy of God to see a happy world ! These are the sacred feelings of thy heart , Thy heart inform'd by Reason's purer ray , O ...
... bosom ; till at last sublim'd To rapture , and enthusiastic heat , We feel the present Deity , and taste The joy of God to see a happy world ! These are the sacred feelings of thy heart , Thy heart inform'd by Reason's purer ray , O ...
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Page 141 - 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.
Page 141 - 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. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Page 109 - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms ! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Page 33 - In yonder grave a druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ^ To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Page 16 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode;* And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Page 73 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns and gilded streams till all | The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Page 34 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And, while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest!
Page 179 - 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 104 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and, higher still, the mind...
Page 54 - Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun Darts on the head direct his forceful rays. O'er heaven and earth, far as the ranging eye Can sweep, a dazzling deluge reigns; and all From pole to pole, is undistinguish'd blaze.