James Thomson

(11 September 1700 – 27 August 1748 / Ednam in Roxburghshire, Scotland)

James Thomson Poems

1. Scene Between May And June 4/20/2010
2. Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Alfred 4/20/2010
3. Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Peace 4/20/2010
4. Stanzas Written By Thomson On The Blank Leaf Of A Copy Of His 'seasons' Sent By Him To Mr. Lyttleton, Soon After The Death Of His Wife 4/20/2010
5. Summer 4/20/2010
6. Sweet Valley, Say 4/20/2010
7. Prologue To Mallet's Mustapha 4/20/2010
8. Prologue To Tancred And Sigismunda 4/20/2010
9. Psalm Civ. Paraphrased 4/20/2010
10. The Lover's Fate 4/20/2010
11. The Happy Man 4/20/2010
12. Sheep-Sheering 4/20/2010
13. He, When Young Spring Protrudes The Bursting Gems 4/20/2010
14. To Her I Love 4/20/2010
15. To Myra 4/20/2010
16. From Those Eternal Regions 4/20/2010
17. Song 4/20/2010
18. On Happiness 4/20/2010
19. On The Death Of His Mother 4/20/2010
20. On The Death Of Mr Aikman 4/20/2010
21. On The Hoop 4/20/2010
22. Noontide Retreat Of Summer As A Haunt For Meditation 4/20/2010
23. On Æolus's Harp 4/20/2010
24. Happiness Of A Country Life 4/20/2010
25. Insects In Summer 4/20/2010
26. To Fortune 4/20/2010
27. The Study And Beauties Of The Works Of Nature 4/20/2010
28. The Morning In The Country 4/20/2010
29. Nothing Formed In Vain 4/20/2010
30. Lisy's Parting With Her Cat 4/20/2010
31. On The Report That A Wooden Bridge Was To Be Built At Westminster 4/20/2010
32. On May 4/20/2010
33. Hymn To God's Power 4/20/2010
34. To His Royal Highness The Prince Of Wales 4/20/2010
35. To The God Of Fond Desire 4/20/2010
36. To The Nightingale 4/20/2010
37. When Last We Parted 4/20/2010
38. The Effects Of Spring On Nature 4/20/2010
39. Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress 4/20/2010
40. On Mrs Mendez' Birthday, Who Was Born On Valentine's Day 4/20/2010
Best Poem of James Thomson

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 ...

Read the full of The Seasons: Winter

In The Train

AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,
   The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
But the starry heavens above the plain
   Come flying on our track.

All the beautiful stars of the sky,
   The silver doves of the forest of Night,
Over the dull earth swarm and fly,
   Companions of our flight.

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