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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... fons of light , In ftrains high - warbled to seraphic lyre , Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss . Yet am not I deterr'd , tho ' high the theme , And fung to harps of angels , for with you , · Ethereal flames ! ambitious , I afpire ...
... fons of light , In ftrains high - warbled to seraphic lyre , Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss . Yet am not I deterr'd , tho ' high the theme , And fung to harps of angels , for with you , · Ethereal flames ! ambitious , I afpire ...
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... fons , and bids them eye thy ftar : While , in expectance of the second life , When time fhall be no more , thy facred duft Sleeps with her kings , and dignifies the scene . 200 BRITANNIA . A P O E M. -Et tantas audetis TO THE MEMORY ...
... fons , and bids them eye thy ftar : While , in expectance of the second life , When time fhall be no more , thy facred duft Sleeps with her kings , and dignifies the scene . 200 BRITANNIA . A P O E M. -Et tantas audetis TO THE MEMORY ...
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... fons the faded fame , Deep in her anxious heart , revolving fad : Bare was her throbbing bofom to the gale , VIRG . That hoarfe , and hollow , from the bleak furge blew ; Loofe flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . Hung o'er the ...
... fons the faded fame , Deep in her anxious heart , revolving fad : Bare was her throbbing bofom to the gale , VIRG . That hoarfe , and hollow , from the bleak furge blew ; Loofe flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . Hung o'er the ...
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... fons afham'd 40 Thus idly to review their native shore ; With not one glory fparkling in their eye , 45 One triumph on their tongue . A passenger , The violated merchant comes along ; That far - fought wealth , for which the noxious ...
... fons afham'd 40 Thus idly to review their native shore ; With not one glory fparkling in their eye , 45 One triumph on their tongue . A passenger , The violated merchant comes along ; That far - fought wealth , for which the noxious ...
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... fons Shrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd feas , For which their wifdom plann'd , their councils glow'd , And their veins bled thro ' many a toiling age . Oh first of human bleffings ! and fupreme ! Fair Peace ! how lovely , how ...
... fons Shrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd feas , For which their wifdom plann'd , their councils glow'd , And their veins bled thro ' many a toiling age . Oh first of human bleffings ! and fupreme ! Fair Peace ! how lovely , how ...
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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...
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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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