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 ...
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; ...
'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 ...
While in heroic numbers some relateThe amazing turns of wise eternal fate;Exploits of heroes in the dusty field,That to their ...
Bold is the man! who, in this nicer age,Presumes to tread the chaste corrected stage.Now, with gay tinsel arts, we ...
He's not the happy man, to whom is givenA plenteous fortune by indulgent Heaven;Whose gilded roofs on shining columns rise,And ...
Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky,A thousand shapes, or glide athwart the dusk,Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I ...
Let no presuming impious railer taxCreative wisdom, as if aught was form'dIn vain, or not for admirable ends.Shall little haughty ...
The hoop, the darling justly of the fair,Of every generous swain deserves the care.It is unmanly to desert the weak,'Twould ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
GIVE a man a horse he can ride, Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
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