And where he vital breathes there must be joy.
When even at last the folemn hour shall come,
And wing my myftic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey; there with new powers
Will rifing wonders fing. I cannot go
Where Univerfal Love not fmiles around,
Sustaining all yon' orbs, and all their fons,
From feeming evil ftill educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,
In infinite progreffion. But I lose

Myself in Him, in Light Ineffable;

Come then, expreffive Silence! muse His praise.

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CONTENTS.

THE life of the Author,

Ode on the Author's death. By Mr. Collins,

Spring,

Summer,

Autumn,

Winter,

A Hymn,

THE SEASONS.

2ND OF VOLUME FIRST,

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The POETS of GREAT BRITAIN,

fo.MPLETE FROM CHAUCER 10 CURCHILL.

THOMSON VOLUME I.
Bare was her throbingbofom to the Cale
Loofe flow'd ber trelles,ren her azure robe.

Printed for John Bell near Exeter Exchange Strand London Sept777

POETICAL WORKS

OF

JAMES THOMSON.

WITH HIS LAST

CORRECTIONS AND IMPROVEMENTS.

IN TWO VOLUMES."

WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.

FROM THE ROYAL QUARTO EDITION OF 1762.

He wants no advocate his cause to plead;
You will yourselves be patrons of the dead.
No party his benevolence confin'd,

No feft-alike it flow'd to all mankind.

Such was the Man-the Poet well you know:
Oft' has he touch'd your hearts with tender woe:-
For his chafte Mufe employ'd her heav'n-taught lyre,
None but the nobleft paffions to inspire:

Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,

One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.

PROL. TO CORIOL.

VOL. II.

LONDON:

PRINTED BY Frp AND Couchman, MOORFIELDS.

Anno 1787.