There studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748)
-- The Seasons, Winter, Line 431
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748)
-- The Seasons, Winter, Line 431
Related:
- See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748)
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The Seasons, Winter, Line... - A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer,... - Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748)
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The Seasons, Winter, Line... - The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
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James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter,... - And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748)
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The Seasons, Summer, Line... - Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748)
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The Seasons, Autumn, Line... - Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest.
James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Spring,... - Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Spring,... - But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.
James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer,...
