The Poetical Works of James Thomson, Volume 1

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Little, Brown,., 1854

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Page cliv - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave.
Page 70 - To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles, thine. Rule...
Page clv - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Page cliv - mid the varied landscape weep. * But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail ; Or tears, which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail...
Page cxlvii - For this reason the best, both ancient and modern, poets have been passionately fond of retirement and solitude. The wild romantic country was their delight. And they seem never to have been more happy than when lost in unfrequented fields, far from the little busy world, they were at leisure to meditate, and sing the works of Nature.
Page 18 - ... God amid the secret grove, Ye unseen beings, to my harp repair, And raise majestic strains, or melt in love. Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid ! With what soft woe they thrill the listener's heart ! Sure from the hand of some unhappy maid, Who died in youth, these sweet complainings part.
Page cxxv - 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...
Page 4 - CHARLES) Principles of Geology; or, the Modern Changes of the Earth and its Inhabitants considered as illustrative of Geology. Ninth Edition. Woodcuts. Svo. 1Ss. Manual of Elementary Geology ; or, the Ancient Changes of the Earth and its Inhabitants illustrated by its Geological Monuments.
Page cxxviii - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face : You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns by living stream at eve. Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page cxxxi - The' inspiring breeze: and meditate the book Of Nature ever open; aiming thence, Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song.

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