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... breast . But Man , whom Nature form'd of milder clay , With every kind emotion in his heart , And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain Or ...
... breast . But Man , whom Nature form'd of milder clay , With every kind emotion in his heart , And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies , herbs , And fruits , as numerous as the drops of rain Or ...
Page 50
... breast Of the weak helpless uncomplaining wretch , Harsh pain and horror to the tender hand . When with his lively ray the potent fun Has pierc'd the ftreams , and rous'd the finny race , Then , iffuing cheerful , to thy fport repair ...
... breast Of the weak helpless uncomplaining wretch , Harsh pain and horror to the tender hand . When with his lively ray the potent fun Has pierc'd the ftreams , and rous'd the finny race , Then , iffuing cheerful , to thy fport repair ...
Page 69
... breast These arts of love diffufes ? What , but GOD ? Infpiring GOD ! who boundless Spirit all , And unremitting Energy , pervades , Adjufts , fuftains , and agitates the whole . He ceafelefs works alone ; and yet alone Seems not to ...
... breast These arts of love diffufes ? What , but GOD ? Infpiring GOD ! who boundless Spirit all , And unremitting Energy , pervades , Adjufts , fuftains , and agitates the whole . He ceafelefs works alone ; and yet alone Seems not to ...
Page 70
... breast , While every gale is peace , and every grove Is melody ? Hence ! from the bounteous walks Of flowing Spring , ye fordid fons of earth , Hard , and unfeeling of another's woe ; Or only lavish to yourselves ; away ! But come , ye ...
... breast , While every gale is peace , and every grove Is melody ? Hence ! from the bounteous walks Of flowing Spring , ye fordid fons of earth , Hard , and unfeeling of another's woe ; Or only lavish to yourselves ; away ! But come , ye ...
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... breast . Oh speak the joy ! ye , whom the sudden tear Surprises often , while you look around , And nothing strikes your eye but fights of bliss , All various Nature preffing on the heart : An elegant fufficiency , content , Retirement ...
... breast . Oh speak the joy ! ye , whom the sudden tear Surprises often , while you look around , And nothing strikes your eye but fights of bliss , All various Nature preffing on the heart : An elegant fufficiency , content , Retirement ...
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amid beauty beneath beſt blaft bloom bluſhing bofom boundleſs breaſt breathes breeze clouds courſe deep defcends earth ether facred fafe fair brow fatire fave fecret fhade fhine fide filent fimple fing firft firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreſt foul fpirit ftill ftores ftorm ftream ftrong fuch funk fwain fwell gale gloom grace grove guife heart heaven hills himſelf laft laſt lefs loft luftre mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions pleaſure rage raiſe rife riſe round ruſhing ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhake ſhe ſheds ſhines ſhoot ſhore ſhower ſky ſmile ſpreads Spring ſtate ſtill ſweep ſwift tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe Thomſon thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſures vale vex'd virtue wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing wintry wiſdom woods
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Page 236 - ... they dance along, 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.
Page 271 - Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Page 234 - 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.
Page 232 - Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Page 43 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature.
Page 261 - Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's * fate, As with first prow (what have not Britons dared!) He for the passage sought, attempted since So much in vain, and seeming to be shut By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
Page 174 - Acasto's line ; and to my mind Recalls that patron of my happy life, From whom my liberal fortune took its rise; Now to the dust gone down ; his houses, lands, And once fair-spreading family, dissolved.
Page 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Page 102 - Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, Ere the soft fearful people to the flood Commit their woolly sides.
Page 236 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.