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The Works of James Thomson. With His Last Corrections and ..., Том 3
Полный просмотр - 1762
The Works of James Thomson. [With Plates, Including a Portrait.], Том 4
Полный просмотр - 1757
amid ancient arts artsul Athens awsul bade beam behold beneath bliss blood breath Britons brow calm charms cheersul clouds Corruption crouds dark deep delight earth Ev'n ev'ry facred fafely fair fame fave fense fir'd flame flood foul Freedom gale gen'rous glad glory Goddess grace Greece happy heart heav'n Hence Heptarchy honour human-kind Isthmian games join'd kings knight land Liberty light luxurious mankind matchless mind mix'd Muse Musidora nature's nought o'er passion peace peacesul Phoenicia plain pomp pour'd pow'r pride prosuse race rage rais'd reign rife rofe Roman Rome round rous'd Sarmatia scene seiz'd shade shine shore smil'd smile soft song sons soul Sparta spirit spread stream sunk suture sweet swell'd tempest tender thee thofe thou thoufand thro toil touch'd trembling truth turn'd tyrant vale vile virtue wave whence whofe wild winds wretch
Стр. 194 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 186 - Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.