Maxioms by James Thomson (1)
But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
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But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmix'd, incessant gall,
Corroding every thought, and blasting all
Love's paradise.
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless read more
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.
In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd
The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind:
And some, with read more
In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd
The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind:
And some, with whom compared your insect-tribes
Are but the beings of a summer's day,
Have held the Scale of Empire, ruled the Storm
Of mighty War; then, with victorious hand,
Disdaining little delicacies, seized
The Plough, and, greatly independent, scorned
All the vile stores corruption can bestow.
Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.
While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.
