James Thomson (1)

The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.

The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.

At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
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At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each smooth as those that mutually deceive,
And for their falsehood each despising each.

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
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Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
A moving radiance twinkles.

If the husband once give way
To his wife's capricious sway,
For his breeches he next day
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If the husband once give way
To his wife's capricious sway,
For his breeches he next day
May go to whoop and holloa.

Linnets . . . sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.

Linnets . . . sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.