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Quotes by Thomas Warton
Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways Of hoar Antiquity, but strewn with flowers.— filed under Apparel
All human race from China to Peru, Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue.— filed under Pleasure
And startle from his ashen spray, Across the glen, the screaming jay.— filed under Birds-Jackdaw
Where in venerable rows Widely waving oaks enclose The moat of yonder antique hall, Swarm the rooks with clamorous call; And, to the toils of nature true, Wreath their capacious nests anew.— filed under Birds-Sea Bird
Fancy with prophetic glance Sees the teeming months advance; The field, the forest, green and gay; The dappled slope, the tedded hay; Sees the reddening orchard blow, The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.— filed under Harvest