The Poetical Works of James ThomsonD. Appleton, 1854 - 372 pages |
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... mingled blossoms ; where the raptur'd eye Hurries from joy to joy , and , hid beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies : If , brush'd from Russian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy ...
... mingled blossoms ; where the raptur'd eye Hurries from joy to joy , and , hid beneath The fair profusion , yellow Autumn spies : If , brush'd from Russian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy ...
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... mingling deep Sits on th ' horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze ...
... mingling deep Sits on th ' horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed , Oppressing life ; but lovely , gentle , kind , And full of every hope and every joy , The wish of Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze ...
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... mingling maze . Not so the boy ; He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amaz'd Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away ...
... mingling maze . Not so the boy ; He wondering views the bright enchantment bend , Delightful o'er the radiant fields , and runs To catch the falling glory ; but amaz'd Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away ...
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... the glittering spire , Th ' ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far excursive ? when at hand , Along these blushing borders , bright with dew , And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - 16 SPRING .
... the glittering spire , Th ' ethereal mountain , and the distant main . But why so far excursive ? when at hand , Along these blushing borders , bright with dew , And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - 16 SPRING .
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James Thomson George Gilfillan. And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - handed Spring unbosoms every grace ; Throws out the snow - drop and the crocus first ; The daisy , primrose , violet darkly blue , And polyanthus of ...
James Thomson George Gilfillan. And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers , Fair - handed Spring unbosoms every grace ; Throws out the snow - drop and the crocus first ; The daisy , primrose , violet darkly blue , And polyanthus of ...
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amid arts beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath bright Britannia Britons calm Castle of Indolence charms clouds dark deep delight dreadful earth ether exalted fair faithless fame Fancy fierce fire flame flood gale genius gloom glory grace Greece groves hand happy heart heaven Hence hills Idless Isaac Newton JAMES THOMSON Jedburgh join'd labour land Liberty light luxurious matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pour'd pride race rage rapture reign rills rise Rome round roused sacred Sarmatia scene shade shine shore sing sloth smile soft song sons soul Southdean spirit spread Spring storm stream sunk swain sweet swell'd swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou toil train trembling tyrant vale vex'd virtue waste wave whence wild winds wing wintry wonders woods
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Page 80 - 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 166 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
Page 165 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh ye hills ; ye mossy rocks Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands, all awake ; a boundless song Burst from the groves ; and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Page 6 - And wait the approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even Mountains, Vales, And Forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad Creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude.
Page 279 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Page 98 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
Page 97 - And steal unfelt the sultry hours away. Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks, And, conscious, glancing oft on every side His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. The gleaners spread around, and here and there, Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick.
Page 79 - Now to the sister hills-j- that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows.
Page 166 - 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.
Page 143 - With Friendship, Peace, and Contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep-retired distress : how many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, 350 One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...