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الصفحة vi
... Rome it so with the divine Virgil fared ; The tuneful bard Augustus did inspire , Made his great genius flash poetic fire ; But if upon my flight your honour frowns , The Muse folds up her wings , and dying - justice owns . " What a ...
... Rome it so with the divine Virgil fared ; The tuneful bard Augustus did inspire , Made his great genius flash poetic fire ; But if upon my flight your honour frowns , The Muse folds up her wings , and dying - justice owns . " What a ...
الصفحة xix
... ROME 198 IV . BRITAIN 217 V. THE PROSPECT 255 THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE : - Canto I. II . 279 · 305 POEM TO THE MEMORY OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON 333 BRITANNIA POEM TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD TALBOT b 340 350 POEMS ON SEVERAL ...
... ROME 198 IV . BRITAIN 217 V. THE PROSPECT 255 THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE : - Canto I. II . 279 · 305 POEM TO THE MEMORY OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON 333 BRITANNIA POEM TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD TALBOT b 340 350 POEMS ON SEVERAL ...
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... Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refin'd . In ancient times , the sacred plough employ'd The kings , and awful fathers of mankind : And some , with whom compar'd your insect - tribes Are but the beings of a ...
... Rome , in the full height Of elegance and taste , by Greece refin'd . In ancient times , the sacred plough employ'd The kings , and awful fathers of mankind : And some , with whom compar'd your insect - tribes Are but the beings of a ...
الصفحة 60
... Rome . Thou , like the harmless bee , mayst freely range , From mead to mead bright with exalted flowers , From jasmine grove to grove , mayst wander gay , Through balmy shades and aromatic woods , That grace the plains , invest the ...
... Rome . Thou , like the harmless bee , mayst freely range , From mead to mead bright with exalted flowers , From jasmine grove to grove , mayst wander gay , Through balmy shades and aromatic woods , That grace the plains , invest the ...
الصفحة 65
... Rome , And guilty Cæsar , Liberty retired , Her Cato following through Numidian wilds ; Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains , And all the green delights Ausonia pours ; E When for them she must bend the servile knee , SUMMER . 65.
... Rome , And guilty Cæsar , Liberty retired , Her Cato following through Numidian wilds ; Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains , And all the green delights Ausonia pours ; E When for them she must bend the servile knee , SUMMER . 65.
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amid arts beam beauty behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath bright Britannia Britons calm Castle of Indolence charms clouds dark deep delight dreadful earth ether exalted fair faithless fame Fancy fierce fire flame flood gale genius gloom glory grace Greece groves hand happy heart heaven Hence hills Idless Isaac Newton JAMES THOMSON Jedburgh join'd labour land Liberty light luxurious matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night nought o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pour'd pride race rage rapture reign rills rise Rome round roused sacred Sarmatia scene shade shine shore sing sloth smile soft song sons soul Southdean spirit spread Spring storm stream sunk swain sweet swell'd swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou toil train trembling tyrant vale vex'd virtue waste wave whence wild winds wing wintry wonders woods
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الصفحة 80 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
الصفحة 166 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
الصفحة 165 - 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. Ye woodlands, all awake ; a boundless song Burst from the groves ; and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
الصفحة 6 - And wait the approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even Mountains, Vales, And Forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad Creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude.
الصفحة 279 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
الصفحة 98 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
الصفحة 97 - And steal unfelt the sultry hours away. Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks, And, conscious, glancing oft on every side His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. The gleaners spread around, and here and there, Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick.
الصفحة 79 - Now to the sister hills-j- that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows.
الصفحة 166 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
الصفحة 143 - With Friendship, Peace, and Contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep-retired distress : how many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, 350 One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...