Quote #19
Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thule, and th' Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.
More from James Thomson
- For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.
- Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare! Scared from the corn, and now to some lone seat Retired-
- Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
- An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.
- Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.
- The negligence of Nature wide and wild, Where, undisguised by mimic art, she spreads Unbounded beauty to the roving eye.
- Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.
- Sighed and looked unutterable things.