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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... fields beneath . Myriads of mingling dyes from these result , And myriads ftill remain ; infinite fource Of beauty , ever blufhing , ever new ! , Did ever poet image aught fo fair , 105 . 110 1155 121 Dreaming in whifp'ring groves , by ...
... fields beneath . Myriads of mingling dyes from these result , And myriads ftill remain ; infinite fource Of beauty , ever blufhing , ever new ! , Did ever poet image aught fo fair , 105 . 110 1155 121 Dreaming in whifp'ring groves , by ...
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... field ; When only fhining fhares , the crooked knife , And hooks imprint the vegetable wound ; When the land blushes with the rofe alone , The falling fruitage and the bleeding vine . Oh , Peace ! thou fource , and foul of focial life ...
... field ; When only fhining fhares , the crooked knife , And hooks imprint the vegetable wound ; When the land blushes with the rofe alone , The falling fruitage and the bleeding vine . Oh , Peace ! thou fource , and foul of focial life ...
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... d wide ; Her hollow fhops shut up ; and in her streets , Her fields , woods , markets , villages , and roads , 245 The cheerful voice of labour heard no more . Oh let not then wafte luxury impair That manly foul B3 BRITANNIA . 17.
... d wide ; Her hollow fhops shut up ; and in her streets , Her fields , woods , markets , villages , and roads , 245 The cheerful voice of labour heard no more . Oh let not then wafte luxury impair That manly foul B3 BRITANNIA . 17.
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... fields ,. Into the haunts of men thy ruthless eye . There buxom Plenty never turns her horn ; 175 The grace and virtue of exterior life , No clean Convenience reigns ; ev'n fleep itself , Leaft delicate of pow'rs , reluctant , there ...
... fields ,. Into the haunts of men thy ruthless eye . There buxom Plenty never turns her horn ; 175 The grace and virtue of exterior life , No clean Convenience reigns ; ev'n fleep itself , Leaft delicate of pow'rs , reluctant , there ...
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... field . Thefe , as increafing families difclos'd The tender ftate , I taught an equal fway . Few were offences , properties , and laws . Beneath the rural portal , palm - o'erfpread , The father - fenate met . There Juftice dealt , With ...
... field . Thefe , as increafing families difclos'd The tender ftate , I taught an equal fway . Few were offences , properties , and laws . Beneath the rural portal , palm - o'erfpread , The father - fenate met . There Juftice dealt , With ...
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Page 194 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Page 212 - 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...
Page 240 - Tainting the gale, in which they flutter'd light; Of morbid hue his features, sunk and sad; His hollow eyne shook forth a sickly light; And o'er his lank jawbone, in piteous plight, His black rough beard was matted rank and vile; Direful to see!
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Page 205 - Him through their inmost walks the muses lad, To him the sacred love of nature lent, And sometimes would he make our valley glad; Whenas we found he would not here be pent, To him the better sort this friendly message sent: LXVI.
Page 206 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
Page 201 - Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew ; See how they dash along from wall to wall ! At every door, hark, how they thundering call ! Good Lord ! what can this giddy rout excite ? Why, on each other with fell tooth to fall ; A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace, to blight, And make new tiresome parties for the coming night. The puzzling sons of party next appear'd, ' In dark cabals and nightly juntos met ; And now they whisper'd close, now shrugging rear'd Th' important shoulder; then, as if to...
Page 250 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part: Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Page 186 - Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.
Page 240 - Brentford town, a town of mud, An herd of bristly swine is prick'd along; The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, Still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous song, And oft they plunge themselves the mire among...