Song (James Thomson Poems)
When blooming springArrays the laughing fields in green,Then flowers in open air are seen,And warbling birds are heard to sing, Almighty ...
James Thomson Poems (75 Poems)
Come, Gentle God (James Thomson Poems)
Come, gentle God of soft desire, Come and possess my happy breast,Not fury-like in flames and fire, Or frantic folly's wildness dressed;But ...
A Poetical Epistle To Sir William Bennet, Bart. of Grubbat (James Thomson Poems)
My trembling muse your honour does address,That it's a bold attempt most humbly I confess;If you'll encourage her young fagging ...
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 ...
To Amanda (James Thomson Poems)
Unless with my Amanda bless'd,In vain I twine the woodbine bower;Unless to deck her sweeter breast,In vain I rear the ...
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 ...
The Vine (James Thomson Poems)
THE wine of Love is music, And the feast of Love is song: And when Love sits down to the ...
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, ...
Fareweel, ye bughts (James Thomson Poems)
1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes, An' fields whare bIoomin' heather grows; Nae mair the sportin' lambs I'll ...
Farewell to Ravelrig (James Thomson Poems)
Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part From thee, but wi' a dowie heart. When I think on the happy days ...
Gifts (James Thomson Poems)
GIVE a man a horse he can ride, Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and ...
Hymn on Solitude (James Thomson Poems)
Hail, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion of the wise and good; But, from whose holy, piercing eye, The herd of fools, ...
In the Train (James Thomson Poems)
AS we rush, as we rush in the Train, The trees and the houses go wheeling back, But the starry ...
Rule Britannia (James Thomson Poems)
When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And ...
Sunday up the River (James Thomson Poems)
MY love o'er the water bends dreaming; It glideth and glideth away: She sees there her own beauty, gleaming Through ...