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• There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 431...
• And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 979...
• But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 81...
• Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 67...
• Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 946...
• Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 1188...
• The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 47...
• Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 1516...
• For many a day, and many a dreadful night, Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 1003...