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Page 14
Pure was the temperate air ; an even calm Perpetual reign'd , save what the
zephyrs bland Breath'd o'er the blue expanse : or then nor storms Were taught to
blow , nor hurricanes to rage ; Sound Nept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms ...
Pure was the temperate air ; an even calm Perpetual reign'd , save what the
zephyrs bland Breath'd o'er the blue expanse : or then nor storms Were taught to
blow , nor hurricanes to rage ; Sound Nept the waters ; no sulphureous glooms ...
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High Heaven forbids the bold presumptuous strain , Whose wifeft will has fix'd us
in a state That must not yet to pure perfection rise . Now when the first foul torrent
of the brooks , Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away , And , whitening ...
High Heaven forbids the bold presumptuous strain , Whose wifeft will has fix'd us
in a state That must not yet to pure perfection rise . Now when the first foul torrent
of the brooks , Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away , And , whitening ...
Page 137
When the dew wets its leaves ; unftain's and pure , As is the lily , or the mountain
snow . The modeft virtues mingled in her eyes , Still on the ground dejected ,
darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers : Or when the mournful
tale ...
When the dew wets its leaves ; unftain's and pure , As is the lily , or the mountain
snow . The modeft virtues mingled in her eyes , Still on the ground dejected ,
darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers : Or when the mournful
tale ...
Page 179
Oh knew he but his happiness , of Men The happiest he ! who far from public
rage , Deep in the vale , with a choice few retir'd , Drinks the pure pleasures of the
Rural Life . What tho ' the dome be wanting , whose proud gate , Each morning ...
Oh knew he but his happiness , of Men The happiest he ! who far from public
rage , Deep in the vale , with a choice few retir'd , Drinks the pure pleasures of the
Rural Life . What tho ' the dome be wanting , whose proud gate , Each morning ...
Page 187
Congenial horrors , hail ! with frequent foot , Pleas'd have I , in my cheerful morn
of life , When nurs'd by careless folitude I liv'd , And sung of Nature with
unceasing joy , Pleas'd have I wander'd thro ' your rough domain ; Tröd the pure
virgin ...
Congenial horrors , hail ! with frequent foot , Pleas'd have I , in my cheerful morn
of life , When nurs'd by careless folitude I liv'd , And sung of Nature with
unceasing joy , Pleas'd have I wander'd thro ' your rough domain ; Tröd the pure
virgin ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Seasons |
| Author | James Thomson |
| Publisher | A. Strahan, 1799 |
| Original from | Library of Catalonia |
| Digitized | 6 Aug 2008 |
| Length | 238 pages |
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