The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements : to which is Prefixed, an Account of the Life and Writings of the AuthorAlexander Donaldson, 1774 |
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... blood , nature herself Stood all fubdu'd by him , and open laid Her every latent glory to his view . ' All'intellectual eye , our folar round . Firft gazing thro ' , he by the blended pow'r Of Gravitation and Projection faw The whole in ...
... blood , nature herself Stood all fubdu'd by him , and open laid Her every latent glory to his view . ' All'intellectual eye , our folar round . Firft gazing thro ' , he by the blended pow'r Of Gravitation and Projection faw The whole in ...
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... blood of glorious ages , mine : Nor bursts my fleeping thunder on their head . Whence this unwonted patience ? this weak doubt ? This tame befeeching of rejected peace ? This meek forbearance ? this unnative fear , To gen'rous Britons ...
... blood of glorious ages , mine : Nor bursts my fleeping thunder on their head . Whence this unwonted patience ? this weak doubt ? This tame befeeching of rejected peace ? This meek forbearance ? this unnative fear , To gen'rous Britons ...
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... blood , Nought , fave the sweetness of indulgent show'rs , Trickling diftils into the vernant glebe ; Instead of mangled carcaffes , fad feen , When the blythe fheaves lie fcatter'd o'er the field ; When only fhining fhares , the ...
... blood , Nought , fave the sweetness of indulgent show'rs , Trickling diftils into the vernant glebe ; Instead of mangled carcaffes , fad feen , When the blythe fheaves lie fcatter'd o'er the field ; When only fhining fhares , the ...
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... laurel'd head ; Via Sacra . 235 240 245 251- M. ANGELO BUONAROTI , PALLADIO , and RAPHAEL D'URBINO ; the three great modern mafters in fculpture , archie tecture , and painting . Could you the country fee , by feas of blood 34 LIBERTY .
... laurel'd head ; Via Sacra . 235 240 245 251- M. ANGELO BUONAROTI , PALLADIO , and RAPHAEL D'URBINO ; the three great modern mafters in fculpture , archie tecture , and painting . Could you the country fee , by feas of blood 34 LIBERTY .
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... blood , 255 260 And the dread toil of ages , won fo dear ; · Your pride , your triumph , your fupreme delight ! For whofe defence oft , in the doubtful hour , You rufh'd with rapture down the gulf of fate , Of death ambitious ! till by ...
... blood , 255 260 And the dread toil of ages , won fo dear ; · Your pride , your triumph , your fupreme delight ! For whofe defence oft , in the doubtful hour , You rufh'd with rapture down the gulf of fate , Of death ambitious ! till by ...
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amid arts Athens beft behold beneath beſt blifs boaſt breaſt breath BRITONS burſt caft crouds deep delight earth eaſe Ev'n ev'ry facred fafely fair fame fave fcene feen feiz'd fhades fhall fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing fir'd firft firſt fkies flame flaves fleep flood focial foft fome fometimes fong fons foul ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch funk fweet fwell gale gen'rous glory GODDESS grace GREECE guife heart heav'n honour infpiring kings laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxurious mankind mix'd moſt Mufe MUSIDORA muſt nought o'er paffions peace pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praiſe pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Roman ROME round ſcene ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil touch'd treaſure tyrant vale virtue wafte waſte whence whofe whoſe wild wiſdom
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