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

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.

We will rush ever on without fear;
   Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!
For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,
   While the Earth slips from our feet!

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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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