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 ...
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 ...
E. S.Once a lively image of human nature, Such as God made itWhen he pronounced every work of his to be ...
Thir.Say, tell me true, what is the doleful causeThat Corydon is not the man he was?Your cheerful presence used to ...
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 ...
What is the task that to the muse belongs?What but to deck in her harmonious songsThe beauteous works of nature ...
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 ...
Bold is the man! who, in this nicer age,Presumes to tread the chaste corrected stage.Now, with gay tinsel arts, we ...
Hail! Power Divine, who by thy sole command, From the dark empty space,Made the broad sea and solid land Smile with a ...
Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds,All ether softening, sober Evening takesHer wonted station in the middle air;She sends on earth; then ...
Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky,A thousand shapes, or glide athwart the dusk,Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I ...
O Nature! all-sufficient! over all!Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works!Snatch me to heaven; Thy rolling wonders there,World beyond ...
Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;To what delightful world above, Appointed for the ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part From thee, but wi' a dowie heart. When I think on the happy days ...
AS we rush, as we rush in the Train, The trees and the houses go wheeling back, But the starry ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
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