The works of mr. James Thomson, to which is prefixed the life of the author by P. Murdoch, Том 11802 |
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... muse ; and had taken for his subject the story of Arminius the German hero . But his play , guiltless as it was , being presented for a licence , no sooner had the censor cast his eyes on the hand - writing in which he had seen Edward ...
... muse ; and had taken for his subject the story of Arminius the German hero . But his play , guiltless as it was , being presented for a licence , no sooner had the censor cast his eyes on the hand - writing in which he had seen Edward ...
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... the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay 16 SPRING .
... the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the tranquil mind . Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse Throw all her beauty forth . But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay 16 SPRING .
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... Muse ; and hark , how loud the woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim ! Lend me your song , ye nightingales ! oh pour The mazy - running soul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , From the first note the hollow ...
... Muse ; and hark , how loud the woods Invite you forth in all your gayest trim ! Lend me your song , ye nightingales ! oh pour The mazy - running soul of melody Into my varied verse ! while I deduce , From the first note the hollow ...
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... The hot pursuing spaniel far astray . Be not the Muse asham'd here to bemoan Her brothers of the grove , by tyrant man Inhuman caught , and in the narrow cage From liberty confin'd , and boundless air . Dull are SPRING . 23.
... The hot pursuing spaniel far astray . Be not the Muse asham'd here to bemoan Her brothers of the grove , by tyrant man Inhuman caught , and in the narrow cage From liberty confin'd , and boundless air . Dull are SPRING . 23.
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James Thomson. And meditations vary , as at large , Courting the Muse , through Hagley Park thou strayest ; Thy ... Muses charm : while , with sure taste refin'd , You draw th ' inspiring breath of ancient song ; Till nobly rises ...
James Thomson. And meditations vary , as at large , Courting the Muse , through Hagley Park thou strayest ; Thy ... Muses charm : while , with sure taste refin'd , You draw th ' inspiring breath of ancient song ; Till nobly rises ...
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amid art thou beam beauty Behold beneath blaze bliss bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm Castle of Indolence charm clouds dæmon darting deep delight earth ether fair fair brow fancy flame Fleet Street flocks flood gale gentle gloom grace Greece grove happy heart heaven hills JAMES THOMSON join'd light lyre matchless maze mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse MUSIDORA Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace Philomelus plain poison'd Pour'd pride rage rapture reigns rills rise robe round rural sacred scene seraphic shade shine sigh silvan sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit spread Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet sweet emotions swell tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought toil train vale vex'd virtue walk wandering waste wave Whence wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Сторінка 175 - 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.
Сторінка 175 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun 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. In Winter awful thou...
Сторінка 141 - 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...
Сторінка 18 - 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.
Сторінка 176 - But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not THEE ; marks not the mighty hand, That ever busy wheels the silent spheres...
Сторінка 35 - 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.
Сторінка 213 - 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.
Сторінка 88 - The great deliverer he, who from the gloom Of cloistered monks and jargon-teaching schools, Led forth the true philosophy, there long Held in the magic chain of words and forms And definitions void: he led her forth, Daughter of Heaven! that, slow-ascending still, Investigating sure the chain of things, With radiant finger points to Heaven again.
Сторінка 138 - O'er that the rising system, more complex, Of animals; and, higher still, the mind...
Сторінка 186 - Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half...