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... and born poet . I believe this conclusion will be that of all who can feel the power , the glow , and the upward flame - like spirit of his poetry . The progress of man's life has been often compared to xlvi LIFE OF JAMES THOMSON .
... and born poet . I believe this conclusion will be that of all who can feel the power , the glow , and the upward flame - like spirit of his poetry . The progress of man's life has been often compared to xlvi LIFE OF JAMES THOMSON .
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... sunk to sordid interests , feels no more That noble wish , that never - cloy'd desire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To bless the dearer object of its flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life SPRING . 13.
... sunk to sordid interests , feels no more That noble wish , that never - cloy'd desire , Which , selfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To bless the dearer object of its flame . Hope sickens with extravagance ; and grief , Of life SPRING . 13.
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... flames , as on he walks , Graceful , and crows defiance . In the pond , The finely checker'd duck , before her train ... flame , And fierce desire . Through all his lusty veins The bull , deep - scorch'd , the raging passion feels . Of ...
... flames , as on he walks , Graceful , and crows defiance . In the pond , The finely checker'd duck , before her train ... flame , And fierce desire . Through all his lusty veins The bull , deep - scorch'd , the raging passion feels . Of ...
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... flame their native wrath sublimed , They roam , amid the fury of their heart , The far - resounding waste in fiercer bands , And growl their horrid loves . But this , the theme I sing , enraptured , to the British Fair , SPRING . 31.
... flame their native wrath sublimed , They roam , amid the fury of their heart , The far - resounding waste in fiercer bands , And growl their horrid loves . But this , the theme I sing , enraptured , to the British Fair , SPRING . 31.
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... Flames through the nerves , and boils along the veins ; While anxious doubt distracts the tortured heart : For e'en the sad assurance of his fears Were ease to what he feels . Thus the warm youth , Whom love deludes into his thorny ...
... Flames through the nerves , and boils along the veins ; While anxious doubt distracts the tortured heart : For e'en the sad assurance of his fears Were ease to what he feels . Thus the warm youth , Whom love deludes into his thorny ...
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Aaron Hill amid Autumn bard beam beauty Behold beneath bliss bloom breast breath breeze calm CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm clouds Coriolanus deep delight descends E'en earth Ednam ether fair fair brow fame fancy flame flocks flood gale genius gentle gloom glow grace Greece groves hand happy heart Heaven hills Indolence JAMES THOMSON labour light lively Lyttelton mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er peace Philomelus plain poem poet poison'd Pour'd rage rapture rills rise rising song roll round rural scene season shade shining silent sing sleep smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul Southdean spirit spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd sublime swain sweet swelling tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought toil train vale vex'd virtue walk wander waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry woods wretch youth
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Page 244 - 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.
Page lix - In vain for him the' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Page 209 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it, as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; 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. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...
Page lvii - SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train : Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Page lx - Behold, fond Man! See here thy pictur'd life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, ' Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Page li - With quicken'd step, Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Page 218 - Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, The swarming songsters of the careless grove, Ten thousand throats, that, from the flowering thorn, Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love...
Page 211 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, and wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey ; there, with new powers, will rising wonders sing : I cannot go where Universal Love not smiles around, sustaining all yon orbs and all their sons; from seeming Evil still educing Good, and Better thence again, and Better still, in infinite progression.
Page 210 - 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.
Page 21 - Cling to the bud, and, with inserted tube. Suck its pure essence, its ethereal soul ; And oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare The purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows, And yellow load them with the luscious spoil.