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. oldal
... RISK , at the Shakespear's Head , GEORGE EWING , at the Angel and Bible , And , WILLIAM SMITH , at the Hercules , Bookfellers in Dame's - ftreet , M DCC XXX . BOBLEIAN 209-1913 BRARY A POEM . By Mr. JAMES THOMSON POEMS .
... RISK , at the Shakespear's Head , GEORGE EWING , at the Angel and Bible , And , WILLIAM SMITH , at the Hercules , Bookfellers in Dame's - ftreet , M DCC XXX . BOBLEIAN 209-1913 BRARY A POEM . By Mr. JAMES THOMSON POEMS .
4. oldal
... Heads to the Sky . As yet the trembling Year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at Eve refumes the Breeze , Chills the pale Morn , and bids his driving Sleets Deform the Day delightless ; so that scarce The Bittern knows his Time , with ...
... Heads to the Sky . As yet the trembling Year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at Eve refumes the Breeze , Chills the pale Morn , and bids his driving Sleets Deform the Day delightless ; so that scarce The Bittern knows his Time , with ...
29. oldal
... Heads Of the coy Quirifters that lodge within , Are prodigal of Harmony . The Thrufh , And Wood - lark , o'er the kind - contending Throng Superior heard , run thro ' the sweetest Length Of Notes , when liftening Philomela deigns To let ...
... Heads Of the coy Quirifters that lodge within , Are prodigal of Harmony . The Thrufh , And Wood - lark , o'er the kind - contending Throng Superior heard , run thro ' the sweetest Length Of Notes , when liftening Philomela deigns To let ...
33. oldal
... Head Of Traveller , the white - wing'd Plover wheels Her founding Flight , and then directly on In long Excurfion , skims the level Lawn , To tempt you from her Neft The Wild Duck hence O'er the rough Mofs , and o'er the trackless Waste ...
... Head Of Traveller , the white - wing'd Plover wheels Her founding Flight , and then directly on In long Excurfion , skims the level Lawn , To tempt you from her Neft The Wild Duck hence O'er the rough Mofs , and o'er the trackless Waste ...
38. oldal
... Head , And by the well - known Joy to distant Plains Attracted strong , all wild , he bursts away ; O'er Rocks , and Woods , and craggy Mountains flies , And neighing on th ' aerial Summit takes Th ' Th ' informing Gale ; then fteep ...
... Head , And by the well - known Joy to distant Plains Attracted strong , all wild , he bursts away ; O'er Rocks , and Woods , and craggy Mountains flies , And neighing on th ' aerial Summit takes Th ' Th ' informing Gale ; then fteep ...
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æther afcending Againſt amid Autumn beam beauty beneath blaft bluſh bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze Britons clouds deep defcends earth endleſs facred fafe favage fave feafon fecret fhade fhine fhore fide filent filk fing finks firft firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnow foaring focial foft fome fong fons foreft foul fpirit fpreads freſh ftill ftorm ftream ftrong fuch fudden funk fwell gale GEORGE EWING gloom glory grove heart heaven horrid ISAAC NEWTON JAMES THOMSON laft light loft Love luftre mighty mingling mix'd mountain mufe muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions peace plain pleaſure praiſe profpect rage rifing rocks rofe round ſcarce ſcene ſhe ſmiling Spring ſtate ſtill tempeft thee Thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro thunder toil univerfal vaft vale vex'd wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter Wiſdom woods
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49. oldal - But happy they ! the happiest of their kind ! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where Friendship...
14. oldal - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
15. oldal - How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
27. oldal - Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purposes, in thought Elate, to make her night excel their day. The blackbird whistles from the thorny brake; The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove; Nor are the linnets, o'er the flowering furze Pour'd out profusely, silent.
5. oldal - The unsightly plain Lies a brown deluge; as the low-bent clouds Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still Combine, and, deepening into night, shut up The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven, Each to his home, retire; save those that love To take their pastime in the troubled air, Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool. The cattle from the untasted fields return And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls, Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
13. oldal - 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 on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
32. oldal - Her sorrows through the night; and, on the bough, Sole-sitting, still at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable strain Of winding woe; till, wide around, the woods Sigh to her song, and with her wail resound.
27. oldal - An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career Arrests the bickering stream.
39. oldal - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye Constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
12. oldal - Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will; lodge them below the storm, And watch them strict : for from the bellowing east, In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains At one wide waft, and o•er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, The billowy tempest whelms...