Maxioms by James Thomson (1)
Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
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The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.
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.
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
