Scene Between May and June (James Thomson Poems)
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round,A most enchanting wizard did abide,Than whom ...
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round,A most enchanting wizard did abide,Than whom ...
Prithee, dear Nick, thy wicked Life amend,And take the Counsel of thy nearest Friend:No more, presumptuous Boy, with impious airs,Prefer ...
Chanon of Bridlington.When busie at my booke I was upon a certeine night,This Vision here exprest appear'd unto my dimmed ...
When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers, A moment linger'd near the gate,Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours, And bade him curse his ...
Ah me! what mighty perils waitThe man who meddles with a state,Whether to strengthen, or oppose!False are his friends, and ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
MISFORTUNE'S stings transfix the purest heart,And souls, unknown to guilt, with anguish smart.Not virtue can secure the good man's state,Nor ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
No charms she now can boast,--'tis true,But other charmers wither too:"And she is old,"--the fact I know,And old will other ...
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
A Greedy Heir long waited to fulfill, As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will; And to himself his Age repeated o'er, ...
As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thought a starre did shoot into my lap. I rose, and ...
Peace, pratler, do not lowre:Not a fair look, but thou dost call it foul:Not a ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap. I rose, and ...
A Greedy Heir long waited to fulfill, As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will; And to himself his Age repeated o'er, ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
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