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
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.
Source: The Castle of Indolence, 1748
Crowned with the sickle, and wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery Thickets hail! Ye lofty Pines! ye venerable Oaks! Ye Ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep! Delicious is your shelter to the soul.
Source: The Seasons. Summer
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural, quiet, friendship, books.
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
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