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 ...
James Thomson Poems on Light (17 Poems)
A Hymn (James Thomson Poems)
These, as they change, Almighty Father, theseAre but the varied God. The rolling yearIs full of thee. Forth in the ...
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased (James Thomson Poems)
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?Lord, thou art great, how great we ...
On The Death Of His Mother (James Thomson Poems)
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires,Love prompts ...
A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell (James Thomson Poems)
Thir.Say, tell me true, what is the doleful causeThat Corydon is not the man he was?Your cheerful presence used to ...
Happiness of a Country Life (James Thomson Poems)
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of menThe happiest he, who, far from public rage,Deep in the vale, with a ...
A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour (James Thomson Poems)
DAVID.What means yon apparition in the sky,Thirsis, that dazzles every shepherd's eye?I slumbering was when from yon glorious cloudCame gliding ...
Epilogue To Tancred And Sigismunda (James Thomson Poems)
Cramm'd to the throat with wholesome moral stuff,Alas! poor audience! you have had enough.Was ever hapless heroine of a playIn ...
Care of Birds for their Young (James Thomson Poems)
As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,Not to be tempted from her tender task,Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth ...
A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew (James Thomson Poems)
When my breast labours with oppressive care,And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:While all my warring passions are at ...
A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life (James Thomson Poems)
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 ...
Insects In Summer (James Thomson Poems)
Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile youngCame wing'd abroad; by the light air upborneLighter, and full of soul. From ...
Cattle In Summer (James Thomson Poems)
Around th' adjoining brook, that purls alongThe vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock,Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool,Now ...
The Rainbow (James Thomson Poems)
Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,Mix'd in wild concert, with the ...
The Morning Lark (James Thomson Poems)
Feather'd lyric, warbling high,Sweetly gaining on the sky,Op'ning with thy matin lay(Nature's hymn) the eye of day,Teach my soul, on ...
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, ...
The Seasons: Winter (James Thomson Poems)
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...