A little round, fat, oily man of God.
James Thomson (1700 - 1748)
Source: The Castle of Indolence, 1748
Contributed by: Zaady
Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.
Source: On May
But who can paint Like nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Source: The Seasons.
Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.
Source: The Seasons. Summer, 1727
Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thulé and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.
Source: The Seasons. Autumn, 1730
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.
Source: The Seasons. Spring, 1728
For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
Source: Alfred, 1740
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