A Hymn (James Thomson Poems)
These, as they change, Almighty Father, theseAre but the varied God. The rolling yearIs full of thee. Forth in the ...
These, as they change, Almighty Father, theseAre but the varied God. The rolling yearIs full of thee. Forth in the ...
What is the task that to the muse belongs?What but to deck in her harmonious songsThe beauteous works of nature ...
Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky,A thousand shapes, or glide athwart the dusk,Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
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