James Thomson (1)

So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
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So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.

For nothing human foreign was to him.

For nothing human foreign was to him.

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.

Island of bliss! amid the subject Seas,
That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up,
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Island of bliss! amid the subject Seas,
That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up,
At once the wonder, terror, and delight
Of distant nations; whose remotest shore
Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm;
Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults
Baffling, like thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave.

Amid the roses, fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest; a quick-returning pang
Shoots through the conscious heart.

Amid the roses, fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest; a quick-returning pang
Shoots through the conscious heart.