But who can paint Like nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
James Thomson (1700 - 1748)
Source: The Seasons.
Contributed by: Zaady
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
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
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