James Thomson

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

James Thomson Poems

41. On A Country Life 4/20/2010
42. On Æolus's Harp 4/20/2010
43. On Beauty 4/20/2010
44. On Happiness 4/20/2010
45. On May 4/20/2010
46. On Mrs Mendez' Birthday, Who Was Born On Valentine's Day 4/20/2010
47. On The Death Of His Mother 4/20/2010
48. On The Death Of Mr Aikman 4/20/2010
49. On The Hoop 4/20/2010
50. On The Report That A Wooden Bridge Was To Be Built At Westminster 4/20/2010
51. Prologue To Mallet's Mustapha 4/20/2010
52. Prologue To Tancred And Sigismunda 4/20/2010
53. Psalm Civ. Paraphrased 4/20/2010
54. Rambles In Autumn 4/20/2010
55. Reflections Suggested By Winter 4/20/2010
56. Rule Britannia 1/3/2003
57. Scene Between May And June 4/20/2010
58. Sheep-Sheering 4/20/2010
59. Song 4/20/2010
60. Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Alfred 4/20/2010
61. Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Peace 4/20/2010
62. Spring Showers 4/20/2010
63. 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
64. Summer 4/20/2010
65. Sunday Up The River 1/4/2003
66. Sweet Valley, Say 4/20/2010
67. The Castle Of Indolence 4/20/2010
68. The Effects Of Spring On Nature 4/20/2010
69. The Four Seasons : Autumn 4/20/2010
70. The Four Seasons : Spring 4/20/2010
71. The Four Seasons : Summer 4/20/2010
72. The Four Seasons : Winter 4/20/2010
73. The Happy Man 4/20/2010
74. The Incomparable Soporific Doctor 4/20/2010
75. The Lover's Fate 4/20/2010
76. The Morning In The Country 4/20/2010
77. The Morning Lark 4/20/2010
78. The Rainbow 4/20/2010
79. The Reapers In Autumn 4/20/2010
80. The Seasons: Winter 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James Thomson

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 ...

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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,

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