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• Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Autumn, Line 2
• For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Autumn, Line 233...
• He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Autumn, Line 229...
• Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 393...
• See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 1...
• The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 625...
• A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 1285...
• Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Spring, Line 996...
• And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 979...