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 ...
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?Lord, thou art great, how great we ...
I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;Where some remains of innocence appear,Where ...
Beauty deserves the homage of the muse:Shall mine, rebellious, the dear theme refuse?No; while my breast respires the vital air,Wholly ...
As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce,All winter drives along the darken'd air;In his own loose-revolving fields, the ...
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires,Love prompts ...
Thir.Say, tell me true, what is the doleful causeThat Corydon is not the man he was?Your cheerful presence used to ...
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sunDarts on the head direct his forceful rays.O'er heaven and earth, far as the ...
See where the winding vale its lavish stores,Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinksThe latent rill, scarce oozing through the ...
When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,Short is the doubtful empire of ...
Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe,Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;Dispels in idle air the moral sigh,And ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
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