James Thomson

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

James Thomson Poems

81. A Nuptial Song 4/20/2010
82. Rule Britannia 1/3/2003
83. Epitaph On Miss Stanley, In Holyrood Church, Southampton 4/20/2010
84. Farewell To Ravelrig 1/1/2004
85. Sunday Up The River 1/4/2003
86. A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life 4/20/2010
87. The Wine of Love 1/4/2003
88. Contentment 4/20/2010
89. The Four Seasons : Autumn 4/20/2010
90. Gifts 1/4/2003
91. Dawn In Summer 4/20/2010
92. Evening In Autumn 4/20/2010
93. Fareweel, Ye Bughts 1/1/2004
94. Hymn On Solitude 1/3/2003
95. A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton 1/3/2003
96. The Seasons: Winter 1/3/2003
97. An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto 4/20/2010
98. The Four Seasons : Summer 4/20/2010
99. In The Train 1/4/2003

Comments about James Thomson

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/11/2016 6:58:00 AM)

    nice one.. good to know personal views...10

    Good to stay

    I shall be far away
    Form untruthful way
    Rather it shall be good to stay
    As normal as possible and pray

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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!

Read the full of In The Train

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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