A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton (James Thomson Poems)
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,To mingle with his stars; and every muse,Astonish'd into silence, shun the ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,To mingle with his stars; and every muse,Astonish'd into silence, shun the ...
Warm'd by the summer sun's meridian ray,As underneath a spreading oak I layContemplating the mighty load of woe,In search of ...
These, as they change, Almighty Father, theseAre but the varied God. The rolling yearIs full of thee. Forth in the ...
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?Lord, thou art great, how great we ...
I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;Where some remains of innocence appear,Where ...
Beauty deserves the homage of the muse:Shall mine, rebellious, the dear theme refuse?No; while my breast respires the vital air,Wholly ...
As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce,All winter drives along the darken'd air;In his own loose-revolving fields, the ...
E. S.Once a lively image of human nature, Such as God made itWhen he pronounced every work of his to be ...
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires,Love prompts ...
Thir.Say, tell me true, what is the doleful causeThat Corydon is not the man he was?Your cheerful presence used to ...
In one diffusive band,They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dogCompell'd to where the mazy-running brookForms a deep pool; ...
Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place,Pale sorrow broods on ilka face;Therburn has run his race.And now, and now, ah me, ...
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round,A most enchanting wizard did abide,Than whom ...
'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!How dumb ...
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of menThe happiest he, who, far from public rage,Deep in the vale, with a ...
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut upWithin his iron cave, th' effusive southWarms the wide air, and o'er ...
DAVID.What means yon apparition in the sky,Thirsis, that dazzles every shepherd's eye?I slumbering was when from yon glorious cloudCame gliding ...
While in heroic numbers some relateThe amazing turns of wise eternal fate;Exploits of heroes in the dusty field,That to their ...
Cramm'd to the throat with wholesome moral stuff,Alas! poor audience! you have had enough.Was ever hapless heroine of a playIn ...
As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,Not to be tempted from her tender task,Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth ...
Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,Companion of the wise and good,But from whose holy piercing eyeThe herd of fools and villains fly.Oh! ...
What is the task that to the muse belongs?What but to deck in her harmonious songsThe beauteous works of nature ...
When Britain first, at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main;This was the charter of the land, And guardian Angels sung ...
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sunDarts on the head direct his forceful rays.O'er heaven and earth, far as the ...
When my breast labours with oppressive care,And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:While all my warring passions are at ...
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth:For, in her helpless years deprived of all,Of ...
But see the fading many-colour'd woods,Shade deepening over shade, the country roundImbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun,Of every hue, ...
Come, gentle Venus! and assuageA warring world, a bleeding age.For nature lives beneath thy ray,The wintry tempests haste away,A lucid ...
See where the winding vale its lavish stores,Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinksThe latent rill, scarce oozing through the ...
The stag, too, singled from the herd, where longHe ranged, the branching monarch of the shade,Before the tempest drives. At ...
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