The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Bind 1A. Millar, 1757 |
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... Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boaft , 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 boaft , 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 Dares ftretch her wing o'er this enormous mass Of rufhing water ; scarce fhe dares attempt The fea - like Plata ; to whofe dread expanse , Continuous depth , and wondrous length of course , The river that runs thro ' Siam ; on ...
... Muse Dares ftretch her wing o'er this enormous mass Of rufhing water ; scarce fhe dares attempt The fea - like Plata ; to whofe dread expanse , Continuous depth , and wondrous length of course , The river that runs thro ' Siam ; on ...
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... Muse : A nearer fcene of horror calls thee home . BEHOLD , flow - fettling o'er the lurid grove Unufual darkness broods ; and growing gains ' The full poffeffion of the fky , furcharg'd With wrathful vapour , from the secret beds ...
... Muse : A nearer fcene of horror calls thee home . BEHOLD , flow - fettling o'er the lurid grove Unufual darkness broods ; and growing gains ' The full poffeffion of the fky , furcharg'd With wrathful vapour , from the secret beds ...
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... Muses haunt In Twit'nam's bowers , and for their POPE implore The healing God ; to royal Hampton's pile , To Clermont's terrafs ... Muse Has of Achaia or Hefperia fung ! O vale of bliss ! O foftly - fwelling hills ! On which the Power of ...
... Muses haunt In Twit'nam's bowers , and for their POPE implore The healing God ; to royal Hampton's pile , To Clermont's terrafs ... Muse Has of Achaia or Hefperia fung ! O vale of bliss ! O foftly - fwelling hills ! On which the Power of ...
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... Muse Of claffic ages in thy MILTON met ? A genius univerfal as his theme ; Astonishing as Chaos , as the bloom Of blowing Eden fair , as Heaven fublime . Nor fhall my verfe that elder bard forget , The gentle SPENCER , Fancy's pleafing ...
... Muse Of claffic ages in thy MILTON met ? A genius univerfal as his theme ; Astonishing as Chaos , as the bloom Of blowing Eden fair , as Heaven fublime . Nor fhall my verfe that elder bard forget , The gentle SPENCER , Fancy's pleafing ...
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aërial amid beam beauty beneath blaſt bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze clouds croud darting deep defcends earth ether exalted facred fair brow favage fave fcene feas fecret fenfe fhade fhining fighs filent filk fimple fing firſt fkies flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnow focial foft fome fong fons foul fpirit fprings ftill ftream fuch fudden funk fwain fwelling gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills Imaüs Inceffant laſt loft luftre mingled mix'd mountains Mufe Muſe Nature pants Nature's night o'er paffions peace pleaſure pride rage raiſe retir'd rife rocks round rous'd ruſhing ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhines ſhoot ſky ſmile ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtrong ſweep tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſures vale virtue wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing wintry wiſdom woods
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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.