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
Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.
Source: Hymn, 1730
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And, when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between and bid us part?
Source: To Fortune
Come gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.
Source: The Seasons. Spring, 1728
A pleasing land of drowsyhead it was.
Source: The Castle of Indolence, 1748
But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard be-seems, Who, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain, On virtue still, and nature's pleasing themes, Poured from his unpremeditated strain.
Crowned with the sickle, and wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
Source: The Seasons. Autumn, 1730
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