The Complete Poetical Works of James ThomsonH. Frowde, 1908 - 516 páginas |
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... lost somewhat of their original race or flavour . The Scotticisms , too , were expressive . And the keenness of his colour - sense , which he had inherited from his country's ballads , became dulled in deference to the taste of Pope and ...
... lost somewhat of their original race or flavour . The Scotticisms , too , were expressive . And the keenness of his colour - sense , which he had inherited from his country's ballads , became dulled in deference to the taste of Pope and ...
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... lost shepherd perishing in the snow . The pathos is heightened by that little crowd of curly heads at the cottage door or window , not many furlongs distant , where his little children , peeping out Into the mingling storm , demand ...
... lost shepherd perishing in the snow . The pathos is heightened by that little crowd of curly heads at the cottage door or window , not many furlongs distant , where his little children , peeping out Into the mingling storm , demand ...
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... lost , The mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirmed , ΙΟ And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets 20 Deform the day delightless ; so that ...
... lost , The mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirmed , ΙΟ And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets 20 Deform the day delightless ; so that ...
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... lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refined . In ancient times the sacred plough employed The kings and awful fathers ...
... lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung To wide - imperial Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refined . In ancient times the sacred plough employed The kings and awful fathers ...
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... lost that concord of harmonious powers Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and Reason , half extinct , Or impotent , or else approving , sees The foul disorder ...
... lost that concord of harmonious powers Which forms the soul of happiness ; and all Is off the poise within the passions all Have burst their bounds ; and Reason , half extinct , Or impotent , or else approving , sees The foul disorder ...
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amid arts beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath bright Britannia Britons calm Castle of Indolence charms cheerful clouds commixed dark death deep delight deluge dreadful earth Ednam ether exalted fair fame fierce fire flame flood gale gentle gives gloom glory glow grace Greece grove Hagley Park happy heart heaven hills honour Idless JAMES THOMSON land Liberty light lines luxury Lycurgus matchless mighty mind mingled mountains muse Musidora nature nature's night o'er original text passage passions peace plain poem pours pride race rage rapture reign retiarius rise rocks roll Rome round scene Seasons shade shine shore sigh sing smile soft song soul Southdean spread Spring storm stream swain sweet swell tempest tender thee thine Thomson thou thunder toil train tyrant vale verse virtue waste wave whence wild winds Winter wintry woods
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Página 280 - 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. Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 249 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Página 422 - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: "Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Página 247 - Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Página 11 - Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud, Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow Shoots up immense; and every hue unfolds, In fair proportion, running from the red To where the violet fades into the sky.
Página 196 - As thus the snows arise, and foul and fierce All winter drives along the darkened air, In his own loose-revolving fields the swain Disastered stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush...
Página 225 - In starving solitude; while Luxury, In palaces, lay straining her low thought, To form unreal wants: why heaven-born Truth, And Moderation fair, wore the red marks Of Superstition's scourge : why licens'd Pain, That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, Imbitter'd all our bliss.
Página 21 - But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
Página 248 - The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world ; While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills : ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound : the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come.
Página 228 - SEE, WINTER comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; Vapours and Clouds and Storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms, Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...