The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, Bind 1R. Baldwin, 1802 |
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... Come , gentle God of soft Desire ODE . O Nightingale , best Poet of the Grove ODE . To Seraphina · ODE . On Eolus's Harp HYMN on SOLITUDE 273 273 · 274 275 275 276 ❤ 276 277 279 AN ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF MR . CONTENTS .
... Come , gentle God of soft Desire ODE . O Nightingale , best Poet of the Grove ODE . To Seraphina · ODE . On Eolus's Harp HYMN on SOLITUDE 273 273 · 274 275 275 276 ❤ 276 277 279 AN ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF MR . CONTENTS .
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... soft- ness of an elegiac complaint . To such his manly classical spirit could not readily recommend it- self ; till , after a more attentive perusal , they had got the better of their prejudices , and either acquired or affected a truer ...
... soft- ness of an elegiac complaint . To such his manly classical spirit could not readily recommend it- self ; till , after a more attentive perusal , they had got the better of their prejudices , and either acquired or affected a truer ...
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... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own season paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly Winter passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts ! His blasts obey , and ...
... soft assemblage , listen to my song , Which thy own season paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent , like thee . And see where surly Winter passes off , Far to the north , and calls his ruffian blasts ! His blasts obey , and ...
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... Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd ...
... Soft sigh'd the flute ; the tender voice was heard , Warbling the varied heart ; the woodlands round Applied their quire ; and winds and waters flow'd In consonance . Such were those prime of days . But now those white unblemish'd ...
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... Soft disengage , and back into the stream The speckled captive throw . But should you lure From his dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendant trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time ...
... Soft disengage , and back into the stream The speckled captive throw . But should you lure From his dark haunt , beneath the tangled roots Of pendant trees , the monarch of the brook , Behoves you then to ply your finest art . Long time ...
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The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... James Thomson Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2020 |
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aërial amid beam beauty Behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm clouds dæmon darting deep delight diurnal motion earth ether fair fair brow fancy fatal instinct fate fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills hyæna JAMES THOMSON light luxury lyre maze mead mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse MUSIDORA Nature Nature pants Nature's night nought o'er passions peace plain poison'd pride race rage rapture reigns rills rise robe rocks roll round rural sacred scene season seraphic shade shine silent sing smile smiling banks soft song soul spirit spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou toil train Typhon vale vex'd virtue wandering wave Whence wide wild winds wing wintry woods wretch
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 104 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and, higher still, the mind...
Side 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.