James Thomson Poems
- A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of...
- The Seasons: Winter See! Winter comes, to rule the varied ...
- In The Train AS we rush, as we rush in the Train, ...
- The Four Seasons : Autumn Crown'd with the sickle and the ...
- Hymn On Solitude Hail, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion ...
- The Four Seasons : Summer From brightening fields of ether ...
- Fareweel, Ye Bughts * 1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all ...
James Thomson was a Scottish poet and playwright, known for his masterpiece The Seasons and the lyrics of Rule, Britannia!.
James Thomson was born in Ednam in Roxburghshire around 11 September 1700 and baptised on 15 September. The fourth of nine children of Thomas Thomson and Beatrix Thomson (née Trotter). Beatrix Thomson was born in Fogo, Berwickshire and was a distant relation of the house of Hume. Thomas Thomson was the Presbyterian minister of Ednam until eight weeks after Thomson’s birth, when he was admitted as minister of Southdean, where Thomson spent most of his early years.
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I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, s...James Thomson (1700-1748), Scottish poet. The Seasons, preface. Thomson's new attitude toward nature anticipated the Romantic movement.
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A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
To mingle with his stars; and every muse,
Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight
Of honours due to his illustrious name?
But what can man?--Even now the sons of light,
In strains high-warbled to seraphic lyre,
Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss.
Yet am not I deterr'd, though high the theme,
And sung to harps of angels, for with you,
Ethereal flames! ambitious, I aspire
In Nature's general symphony to join.
And what new wonders can ye show your guest!
Who, while on this dim spot, where mortals ...