The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, 2. köide

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Page 97 - To gain new ground first taught their rapine law. The Barons next a nobler league began, Both those of English and of Norman race, In one fraternal nation blended now, The nation of the free...
Page 22 - Breathing a kind oblivion o'er their woes, And love and music melt their souls away.
Page 142 - I take to be the most simple imaginable; and, to use the words of an eminent author, " one, regular, and uniform, not charged with a multiplicity of incidents, and yet affording several revolutions of fortune ; by which the passions may be excited, varied, and driven to their full tumult of emotion.
Page 165 - I could, in the most sacred ties, Live out a happy life. But, know that Romans, Their hearts, as well as enemies can conquer ; Then, take her to thy soul ! and with her, take Thy liberty and kingdom. In return, I ask but this — when you behold these eyes, These charms, with transport, be a friend to Rome.
Page 85 - O'er thofe of fabling Earth, as her's to mine " In terror yield. Nay, could my favage heart " Such glories check, their unfubmitting foul " Would all my fury brave, my tempeft climb, 445 " And might in fpite of me my kingdom force.
Page 19 - See distant mountains leave their valleys dry, And o'er the proud Arcade their tribute pour, To lave imperial Rome. For ages laid, Deep, massy, firm, diverging every way...
Page 5 - Bless'd be the man divine, who gives us thee ! Who bids the trumpet hush...
Page 118 - To rob by law ; religion mild, a yoke To tame the stooping soul, a trick of state To mask their rapine, and to share the prey.
Page 27 - A nest for serpents ; from the red abyss New hills, explosive, thrown ; the Lucrine lake A reedy pool : and all to Cuma's point, The sea recovering his usurp'd domain, And pour'd triumphant o'er the buried dome.
Page 119 - Whofe ftreams, from every quarter confluent, form My better Nile, that nurfes human life. By rills from thee deduc'd, irriguous, fed, The private field looks gay, with nature's wealth Abundant flows, and blooms with each delight That nature craves. Its happy...

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