James Thomson Short Quotes

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And fierce Aquarius stains th' inverted year.

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Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.

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Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.

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Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.

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Welcome, kindred glooms!
Congenial horrors, hail!

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They who are pleased themselves must always please.

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Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest.

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See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad.

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A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.

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But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.

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There studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.

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Nature!... Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works; Snatch me to Heaven.

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Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

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But what most showed the vanity of life
Was to behold the nations all on fire.

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Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.

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He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.

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For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.

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He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained
The deep vibrations of his witching song.

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But who can paint
Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

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For loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadorned adorned the most.

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For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.

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Ten thousand great ideas filled his mind; But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind.

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Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare!
Scared from the corn, and now to some lone seat
Retired—

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Half-conceal'd, Like a fallen cedar, far diffused his train, Cased in green scales, the crocodile extends.

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These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.

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