James Thomson

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

James Thomson Poems

1. A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life 4/20/2010
2. A Hymn 4/20/2010
3. A Man Perishing In The Snow: From Whence Reflections Are Raised On The Miseries Of Life. 4/20/2010
4. A Nuptial Song 4/20/2010
5. A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew 4/20/2010
6. A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell 4/20/2010
7. A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour 4/20/2010
8. A Pastoral Entertainment 4/20/2010
9. A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton 1/3/2003
10. A Poetical Epistle To Sir William Bennet, Bart. Of Grubbat 4/20/2010
11. A Summer Noon 4/20/2010
12. An Elegy On Parting 4/20/2010
13. An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto 4/20/2010
14. Care Of Birds For Their Young 4/20/2010
15. Cattle In Summer 4/20/2010
16. Come, Gentle God 4/20/2010
17. Contentment 4/20/2010
18. Dawn In Summer 4/20/2010
19. Death Of The Stag 4/20/2010
20. Epilogue To Agamemnon 4/20/2010
21. Epilogue To Tancred And Sigismunda 4/20/2010
22. Epitaph On Miss Stanley, In Holyrood Church, Southampton 4/20/2010
23. Evening In Autumn 4/20/2010
24. Evening In Summer 4/20/2010
25. Fareweel, Ye Bughts 1/1/2004
26. Farewell To Ravelrig 1/1/2004
27. From Those Eternal Regions 4/20/2010
28. Gifts 1/4/2003
29. Happiness Of A Country Life 4/20/2010
30. He, When Young Spring Protrudes The Bursting Gems 4/20/2010
31. Hymn On Solitude 1/3/2003
32. Hymn To God's Power 4/20/2010
33. In The Train 1/4/2003
34. Insects In Summer 4/20/2010
35. Lavinia 4/20/2010
36. Lines On Marle Field 4/20/2010
37. Lisy's Parting With Her Cat 4/20/2010
38. Mists In Autumn 4/20/2010
39. Noontide Retreat Of Summer As A Haunt For Meditation 4/20/2010
40. Nothing Formed In Vain 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

Gifts

GIVE a man a horse he can ride,
   Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
   On sea nor shore shall fail.

Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
   Give a man a book he can read:
And his home is bright with a calm delight,
   Though the room be poor indeed.

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