James Thomson Poems
- The Seasons: Winter See! Winter comes, to rule the varied ...
- A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of...
- 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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The Seasons: Winter
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year,
Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train,
Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms: Be these my Theme,
These, that exalt the Soul to solemn Thought,
And heavenly musing. Welcome kindred Glooms!
Wish'd, wint'ry, Horrors, hail! -- With frequent Foot,
Pleas'd, have I, in my cheerful Morn of Life,
When, nurs'd by careless Solitude, I liv'd,
And sung of Nature with unceasing Joy,
Pleas'd, have I wander'd thro' your rough Domains;
Trod the pure, virgin, Snows, my self as pure:
Heard the Winds roar, and the big Torrent ...