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.
James Thomson (1700 - 1748)
Source: The Seasons. Autumn, 1730
Contributed by: Zaady
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.
Source: The Seasons.
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.
Source: The Seasons. Summer, 1727
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
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
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