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.
James Thomson (1700 - 1748)
Source: Alfred, 1740
Contributed by: Zaady
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
See, Winter comes to rule the varied world, Sullen and sad.
Source: The Seasons. Winter, 1726
There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
Source: The Castle of Indolence, 1748
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.
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