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The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and ..., Volum 1
James Thomson,Patrick Murdoch
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The Works of James Thomson. With His Last Corrections and ..., Volum 3
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The Works of James Thomson. [With Plates, Including a Portrait.], Volum 4
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Pàgina 44 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Pàgina 175 - 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.
Pàgina 176 - ... 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.
Pàgina 172 - 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...
Pàgina 176 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Pàgina 31 - The stately-sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale, And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier-isle, Protective of his young.
Pàgina 49 - Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow And from before the lustre of her face White break the clouds away. With quickened 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. Blue through the dusk the smoking currents shine, And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps awkward, while along the forest glade The wild deer trip and often turning gaze At early passenger.
Pàgina 89 - At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The noise astounds...
Pàgina 146 - High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, Sees Caledonia, in romantic view : Her airy mountains, from the waving main, Invested with a keen diffusive sky. Breathing the soul acute : her forests huge...