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Here he sees Revolving ages sweep the changeful earth , And empires rise and
fall ; regardless he 725 Of what the never - refting race of men Project : thrice
happy ! could he scape their guile , Who mine , from cruel avarice , his steps ; Or
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Here he sees Revolving ages sweep the changeful earth , And empires rise and
fall ; regardless he 725 Of what the never - refting race of men Project : thrice
happy ! could he scape their guile , Who mine , from cruel avarice , his steps ; Or
...
Side 145
... 705 Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely floods ; O sweep th ' eternal snows
! Hung o'er the deep , That ever works beneath his sounding base , Bid Atlas ,
propping heaven , as Poets feign , His subterranean wonders spread ! unveil 710
...
... 705 Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely floods ; O sweep th ' eternal snows
! Hung o'er the deep , That ever works beneath his sounding base , Bid Atlas ,
propping heaven , as Poets feign , His subterranean wonders spread ! unveil 710
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Side 154
940 T 0 T 0 W T Oh bear me then to vaft embowering fhades , To twilight groves ,
and visionary vales ; To weeping grottoes , and prophetic glooms ; Where angel -
forms athwart the folemn dusk , Tremendous sweep , or seem to sweep along ...
940 T 0 T 0 W T Oh bear me then to vaft embowering fhades , To twilight groves ,
and visionary vales ; To weeping grottoes , and prophetic glooms ; Where angel -
forms athwart the folemn dusk , Tremendous sweep , or seem to sweep along ...
Side 175
Ye too , ye winds ! that now begin to blow , With boisterous sweep , I raise my
voice to you . Where are your stores , ye powerful beings ! say , Where your aërial
magazines reserv'd , To swell the brooding terrors of the storm ? 115 In what far ...
Ye too , ye winds ! that now begin to blow , With boisterous sweep , I raise my
voice to you . Where are your stores , ye powerful beings ! say , Where your aërial
magazines reserv'd , To swell the brooding terrors of the storm ? 115 In what far ...
Side 203
Obsequious at their call , the docile tribe Yield to the fled their necks , and whirl
them swift O'er hill and dale , heap'd in to one expanse 856 of marbled snow , as
far as eye can sweep With a blue crust of ice unbounded glaz'd . By dancing ...
Obsequious at their call , the docile tribe Yield to the fled their necks , and whirl
them swift O'er hill and dale , heap'd in to one expanse 856 of marbled snow , as
far as eye can sweep With a blue crust of ice unbounded glaz'd . By dancing ...
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ages amid bank beam beauty beneath bloom breath breeze bright calm circling clouds comes dark death deep delight deſcends earth ether fair fall fancy fate fear feels fields fierce firſt fits flame flood force foul friends gentle gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heart heaven Hence hills human kind land laſt light lively look luxury mind mingled mountains Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er once peace plain pride pure race rage riſe river rocks roll round rural ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhe ſhining ſky ſmile ſnow ſoft ſong ſoul ſpreads Spring ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch ſun ſweep ſwelling thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro till toil train turn vale various virtue voice walks wander waſte wave whole whoſe wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
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Side 214 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Side 183 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 212 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Side 182 - 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 on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Side 212 - 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. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Side 183 - ... they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Side 210 - Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! horror wide extends .His desolate domain.
Side 125 - While these unhappy partners of your kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole. The various turns Of fortune ponder; that your sons may want What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give.
Side 165 - And day to day, through the revolving year ; Admiring, sees her in her every shape ; Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart ; Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more.
Side 23 - Hail, Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of Heaven and Earth ! Essential Presence, hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts Continual climb ; who, with a master-hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Bind 1 The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, James Thomson |
| Forfatter | James Thomson |
| Udgiver | A. Millar, 1757 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 13. jul 2007 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |