James Thomson

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

James Thomson Poems

41. Verses Addressed To Amanda 4/20/2010
42. Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress 4/20/2010
43. To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot, Late Chancellor Of Great Britain. Addressed To His Son. 4/20/2010
44. On Mrs Mendez' Birthday, Who Was Born On Valentine's Day 4/20/2010
45. Rambles In Autumn 4/20/2010
46. To The Same (Amanda) With A Copy Of The 'seasons' 4/20/2010
47. Winter 4/20/2010
48. Mists In Autumn 4/20/2010
49. Spring Showers 4/20/2010
50. Lines On Marle Field 4/20/2010
51. On Beauty 4/20/2010
52. The Four Seasons : Winter 4/20/2010
53. To The Reverend Patrick Murdoch, Rector Of Stradishall, In Suffolk 4/20/2010
54. On A Country Life 4/20/2010
55. Lavinia 4/20/2010
56. To Love (Amanda) 4/20/2010
57. To Amanda - Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town 4/20/2010
58. To Seraphina 4/20/2010
59. The Incomparable Soporific Doctor 4/20/2010
60. The Reapers In Autumn 4/20/2010
61. A Summer Noon 4/20/2010
62. A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell 4/20/2010
63. Epilogue To Tancred And Sigismunda 4/20/2010
64. The Morning Lark 4/20/2010
65. A Man Perishing In The Snow: From Whence Reflections Are Raised On The Miseries Of Life. 4/20/2010
66. A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew 4/20/2010
67. The Castle Of Indolence 4/20/2010
68. Evening In Summer 4/20/2010
69. Come, Gentle God 4/20/2010
70. A Hymn 4/20/2010
71. Cattle In Summer 4/20/2010
72. A Poetical Epistle To Sir William Bennet, Bart. Of Grubbat 4/20/2010
73. A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour 4/20/2010
74. The Four Seasons : Spring 4/20/2010
75. The Rainbow 4/20/2010
76. An Elegy On Parting 4/20/2010
77. A Pastoral Entertainment 4/20/2010
78. Care Of Birds For Their Young 4/20/2010
79. Death Of The Stag 4/20/2010
80. Epilogue To Agamemnon 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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Rule Britannia

When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:

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