The works of mr. James Thomson, to which is prefixed the life of the author by P. Murdoch, Том 11802 |
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... feel , or to look for , any thing in poetry , beyond a point of satirical or epigrammatic wit , a smart antithesis richly trimmed with rhyme , or the soft- ness of an elegiac complaint . To such his manly classical spirit could not ...
... feel , or to look for , any thing in poetry , beyond a point of satirical or epigrammatic wit , a smart antithesis richly trimmed with rhyme , or the soft- ness of an elegiac complaint . To such his manly classical spirit could not ...
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... feel , for the person of whom , of all mankind , he most revered and loved . At the same time , he found himself , from an easy compe- tency , reduced to a state of precarious depen- dence , in which he passed the remainder of his life ...
... feel , for the person of whom , of all mankind , he most revered and loved . At the same time , he found himself , from an easy compe- tency , reduced to a state of precarious depen- dence , in which he passed the remainder of his life ...
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... feels no more That noble wish , that never - cloy'd desire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To bless the dearer object of its flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life impatient , into madness swells ...
... feels no more That noble wish , that never - cloy'd desire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To bless the dearer object of its flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life impatient , into madness swells ...
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... 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 abandon'd , to the shore You gaily ...
... 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 abandon'd , to the shore You gaily ...
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... feels . Of pasture sick , and negligent of food , Scarce seen , he wades among the yellow broom , While o'er his ample sides the rambling sprays Luxuriant shoot ; or through the mazy wood Dejected wanders , nor th ' inticing bud Crops ...
... feels . Of pasture sick , and negligent of food , Scarce seen , he wades among the yellow broom , While o'er his ample sides the rambling sprays Luxuriant shoot ; or through the mazy wood Dejected wanders , nor th ' inticing bud Crops ...
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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...