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• Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise. -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- Hymn, Line 118
• Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade. -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- Hymn, Line 25
• These as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God.
  The rolling year Is full of Thee. -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- Hymn, Line 1...
• Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 946...
• The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 625...
• 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...
• And out of good still to find means of evil.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 165...
• 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...