Maxioms by James Thomson (1)
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
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O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
And heightens ease with grace.
Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods,
Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky,
In joyless fields and read more
The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods,
Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky,
In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves
His shivering mates, and pays to trusted Man
His annual visit.
Their only labour was to kill the time;
And labour dire it is, and weary woe,
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Their only labour was to kill the time;
And labour dire it is, and weary woe,
They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme,
Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go,
Or saunter forth, with tottering steps and slow.
Even from the body's purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
Even from the body's purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
