The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. ...
A. Millar, 1760
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ages amid arms beam behold beneath blood bounds breath bright called calm chief clouds Corruption dark death deep delight earth facred fair fame fate fell field fing fire flame flood flow foft fome fons force foul Freedom friends ftate ftill fuch gives glory grace GREECE hand happy head heart heaven Hence hills honour human Italy kind kings knight laft land laws LIBERTY light live look luxurious mankind mind Mufe nature o'er once paffion peace plain pleaſure pour'd pride race rage reign rife Roman Rome round ruin ſcene ſpread ſtate ſtill taught tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thro toil touch truth tyrant virtue wafte waves whence whofe whole whoſe wide wild winds
第 248 頁 - 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.
第 241 頁 - 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.
第 214 頁 - Ne noisy tradesman your sweet slumbers start, With sounds that are a misery to hear : But all is calm, as would delight the heart Of Sybarite of old, all nature, and all art. xv Here nought but candour reigns, indulgent ease, Good-natured lounging, sauntering up and down : They who are pleased themselves must always please ; On others' ways they never squint a frown, Nor heed what haps in hamlet or in town.
第 226 頁 - Aerial music in the warbling wind, At distance rising oft, by small degrees, Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the trees It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving airs, As did, alas!
第 299 頁 - For 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 is gone...
第 286 頁 - 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...
第 42 頁 - Breathing a kind oblivion o'er their woes, And love and music melt their souls away.
第 230 頁 - Ye Guardian Spirits, to whom Man is dear, From these foul Demons shield the Midnight Gloom ! Angels of Fancy and of Love, be near, And o'er the Blank of Sleep diffuse a Bloom ! Evoke the sacred Shades of Greece and Rome, And let them Virtue with a Look impart ! But chief, a while O lend us from the Tomb Those long-lost Friends for whom in Love we smart, And fill with pious Awe and Joy-mixt Woe the Heart.
第 232 頁 - In folly lost, of nothing takes he care; Pimps, lawyers, stewards, harlots, flatterers vile, And thieving tradesmen him among them share: His father's ghost from...
第 242 頁 - They look'd, perdie, as if they deeply thought, And on their brow sat every nation's cares.