James Thomson Poems
|81.||The Study And Beauties Of The Works Of Nature||4/20/2010|
|83.||To Amanda - Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town||4/20/2010|
|85.||To Her I Love||4/20/2010|
|86.||To His Royal Highness The Prince Of Wales||4/20/2010|
|87.||To Love (Amanda)||4/20/2010|
|90.||To The God Of Fond Desire||4/20/2010|
|91.||To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot, Late Chancellor Of Great Britain. Addressed To His Son.||4/20/2010|
|92.||To The Nightingale||4/20/2010|
|93.||To The Reverend Patrick Murdoch, Rector Of Stradishall, In Suffolk||4/20/2010|
|94.||To The Same (Amanda) With A Copy Of The 'seasons'||4/20/2010|
|95.||Verses Addressed To Amanda||4/20/2010|
|96.||Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress||4/20/2010|
|98.||When Last We Parted||4/20/2010|
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!
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,