The poetical works of James Thomson. With life, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1873 |
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... shore at Leith . The shock of this event renewed and deepened his desire of entering into orders . Meanwhile , however , he must live , and the question , " how ? " for some weeks , was more easy to ask than to answer . At length ...
... shore at Leith . The shock of this event renewed and deepened his desire of entering into orders . Meanwhile , however , he must live , and the question , " how ? " for some weeks , was more easy to ask than to answer . At length ...
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... shore The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath , And sing their wild notes to the listening waste . At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with ...
... shore The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath , And sing their wild notes to the listening waste . At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun , And the bright Bull receives him . Then no more Th ' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with ...
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... shores Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports ; So with superior boon may your rich soil , Exuberant , Nature's better blessings pour O'er every land , the naked nations clothe , And be th ' exhaustless granary of a world !. Nor ...
... shores Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports ; So with superior boon may your rich soil , Exuberant , Nature's better blessings pour O'er every land , the naked nations clothe , And be th ' exhaustless granary of a world !. Nor ...
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... shore slow - dragging some , With various hand proportion'd to their force . If yet too young , and easily deceiv'd , A worthless prey scarce bends your pliant rod , Him , piteous of his youth and the short space He has enjoy'd the ...
... shore slow - dragging some , With various hand proportion'd to their force . If yet too young , and easily deceiv'd , A worthless prey scarce bends your pliant rod , Him , piteous of his youth and the short space He has enjoy'd the ...
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... shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 440 450 Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the Sun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering clouds , Even shooting listless languor through the deeps ; Then seek the bank where ...
... shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize . 440 450 Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the Sun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering clouds , Even shooting listless languor through the deeps ; Then seek the bank where ...
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amid art thou beam behold beneath blast bliss bloom breast breath breeze Britons brow calm Capel Lofft charm Christiad clouds dark death deep delight Derry dread earth ethereal Ev'n fair fancy flame flood gale genius gloom glory Gondoline grace Greece grove hand happy heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hills labour land light lonely loud lyre mingled mix'd morn mountains Muse neath night o'er peace plain poem poison'd pour'd pow'r pride rage rapture reign rills rise rocks Rome round Sabbath scene Scotland shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soul sound spirit spread Spring Star of Bethlehem storm strain stream sweet swell tear tempest thee thine thou thought toil trembling vale vex'd virtue voice wandering waste wave wild winds wing wintry woods youth
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Страница 308 - 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.
Страница 228 - Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the jubilee to sound on the tenth day of the seventh month, in the Day of Atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound throughout all your land.
Страница 143 - As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce, All Winter drives along the darkened air; In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, 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...
Страница 37 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Страница 170 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east...
Страница 229 - And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: and thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.
Страница 145 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 169 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike Amid the spangled sky the silver lyre.
Страница 144 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Страница 169 - Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.