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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... flood , full of vain war Defpife my navies , and my merchants seize ; As , trufting to false peace , they fearless roam The world of waters wild ; made , by the toil , And lib'ral blood of glorious ages , mine : Nor bursts my fleeping ...
... flood , full of vain war Defpife my navies , and my merchants seize ; As , trufting to false peace , they fearless roam The world of waters wild ; made , by the toil , And lib'ral blood of glorious ages , mine : Nor bursts my fleeping ...
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... flood , Far from their friends , and country unaveng'd ; And back the drooping war - fhip comes again , Difpirited , and thin : her fons afham'd 40 Thus idly to review their native shore ; With not one glory fparkling in their eye , 45 ...
... flood , Far from their friends , and country unaveng'd ; And back the drooping war - fhip comes again , Difpirited , and thin : her fons afham'd 40 Thus idly to review their native shore ; With not one glory fparkling in their eye , 45 ...
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... rufhing down to that devouring gulf , Where many a mighty empire buried lies . And should the big redundant flood of trade , 205 210 215 In which ten thousand thousand labours join Their feveral currents 16 BRITANNIA .
... rufhing down to that devouring gulf , Where many a mighty empire buried lies . And should the big redundant flood of trade , 205 210 215 In which ten thousand thousand labours join Their feveral currents 16 BRITANNIA .
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... floods , and your abandon'd streams : Thefe could you know ? these could you love again ? Thy Tibur , HORACE , could it now infpire , Content , poetic eafe , and rural joy , Soon bursting into fong : while thro ' the groves Of headlong ...
... floods , and your abandon'd streams : Thefe could you know ? these could you love again ? Thy Tibur , HORACE , could it now infpire , Content , poetic eafe , and rural joy , Soon bursting into fong : while thro ' the groves Of headlong ...
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... pow'rs ; in fpite of happy foils , • All along this coaft , the ancient Romans had their winter re- treats ; and feveral populous cities flood . VOL . II . D That , but by labour's flightest aid impell❜d ,. With Part I. 37 LIBERTY .
... pow'rs ; in fpite of happy foils , • All along this coaft , the ancient Romans had their winter re- treats ; and feveral populous cities flood . VOL . II . D That , but by labour's flightest aid impell❜d ,. With Part I. 37 LIBERTY .
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Página 194 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 204 - One day there chanced into these halls to rove A joyous youth, who took you at first sight ; Him the wild wave of pleasure hither drove, Before the sprightly tempest tossing light...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 186 - Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.
Página 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...