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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!How dumb ...
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of menThe happiest he, who, far from public rage,Deep in the vale, with a ...
DAVID.What means yon apparition in the sky,Thirsis, that dazzles every shepherd's eye?I slumbering was when from yon glorious cloudCame gliding ...
As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,Not to be tempted from her tender task,Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth ...
When my breast labours with oppressive care,And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:While all my warring passions are at ...
Come, gentle Venus! and assuageA warring world, a bleeding age.For nature lives beneath thy ray,The wintry tempests haste away,A lucid ...
He's not the happy man, to whom is givenA plenteous fortune by indulgent Heaven;Whose gilded roofs on shining columns rise,And ...
From those eternal regions bright, Where suns, that never set in night, Diffuse the golden day;Where Spring, unfading, pours around,O'er all the ...
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,And to the rural hamlets fly;Behold! the wintry storms are gone;A gentle radiance glads the ...
Unless with my Amanda bless'd,In vain I twine the woodbine bower;Unless to deck her sweeter breast,In vain I rear the ...
1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes, An' fields whare bIoomin' heather grows; Nae mair the sportin' lambs I'll ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
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