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 ...
Beauty deserves the homage of the muse:Shall mine, rebellious, the dear theme refuse?No; while my breast respires the vital air,Wholly ...
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires,Love prompts ...
'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 ...
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut upWithin his iron cave, th' effusive southWarms the wide air, and o'er ...
When Britain first, at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main;This was the charter of the land, And guardian Angels sung ...
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth:For, in her helpless years deprived of all,Of ...
Come, gentle Venus! and assuageA warring world, a bleeding age.For nature lives beneath thy ray,The wintry tempests haste away,A lucid ...
Bold is the man! who, in this nicer age,Presumes to tread the chaste corrected stage.Now, with gay tinsel arts, we ...
I loathe, O Lord, this life below,And all its fading fleeting joys;'Tis a short space that's fill'd with woe,Which all ...
He's not the happy man, to whom is givenA plenteous fortune by indulgent Heaven;Whose gilded roofs on shining columns rise,And ...
Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky,And unperceived, unfolds the spreading day;Before the ripen'd field the reapers stand,In fair ...
O Nature! all-sufficient! over all!Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works!Snatch me to heaven; Thy rolling wonders there,World beyond ...
The wanton's charms, however bright,Are like the false illusive lightWhose flattering unauspicious blazeTo precipices oft betrays:But that sweet ray your ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And ...
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