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The Poetical Works of James Thomson: Two Volumes in One (Classic Reprint)
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The Poetical Works of James Thomson: With the Life of the Author, Volume 2
James Thomson,John Bell,Samuel Johnson
No preview available - 2015
ages amid arts beam beauty behold beneath bloom breast breath bright calm charms circling clouds dark death deep delight dread earth fair fall fancy fate fear fields fire flame flood flow force gives glory grace grove hand happy head heart Heaven Hence hills human kind kings land laws Liberty light live look lost luxury mind mingled mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er once passions peace plain pride race rage reign rise rocks roll Rome round scene season shade shine shore sing smile soft song sons soul sounding spirit spread Spring storm stream sweet swelling tender thee thou thought thousand till toil train truth turn vale various virtue voice waste wave whence whole wide wild winds wing wonders woods youth
Page 170 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love.
Page 42 - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song ? For is there aught in sleep can charm the wise? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life; Total extinction of th
Page 171 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not THEE, marks not the mighty hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Page 232 - To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles, thine. Rule...
Page 143 - 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 173 - 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.
Page 105 - The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still The deluge deepens; till the fields around Lie sunk, and flatted, in the sordid wave. Sudden, the ditches swell; the meadows swim. Red, from the hills, innumerable streams Tumultuous roar; and high above its banks The river lift; before whose rushing tide, Herds, flocks, and harvests, cottages and swains, Roll mingled down...
Page 147 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd 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, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...
Page 172 - With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend : join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song. To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes; Oh ! talk of Him in solitary glooms, Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake the astonished world, lift high to heaven The impetuous song,...
Page 6 - And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze, Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless : so that scarce The bittern knows his time, with bill engulf'd To shake the sounding marsh ; or from the shore The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath, And sing their wild notes to the listening waste.